Hi, friends! Happy Sunday!
I love Annie. She’s my new hero. That is all.
Bananas pretty much make an appearance on our grocery list every week, and this week was no different. The only problem, however, was that we already had bananas—quite a few of them, actually.
But, honestly, a lot of bananas is really not a bad thing—mostly because they’re delicious, but also because OMG Pancakes! The recipe calls for three bananas, so Mal and I are well on our way to eating through them. I topped my pancakes with a thick, melty layer sunflower butter this morning.
After breakfast, Mal and I headed to CrossFit for Open Gym.
On Friday night, I did Workout 12.3 and failed miserably at it. I got through the 15 Box Jumps (20″ box) and 12 Push Presses (75 lb), no problem, but the Toes-to-Bar killed me. I spent more than half of the workout trying to do them, and I only managed six! SIX!?! WTF. I was getting so frustrated and down on myself for not being able to do them (and, of course, cursing colitis the whole time), I pretty much psyched myself out and sucked ass at the WOD.
At the end of 18 minutes, I didn’t even finish one round, so I was really disappointed in myself. In fact, I was so bummed, when I got in the car with Mal to drive home, I immediately burst into tears and cried like a big baby. It was ridiculous, and I felt like such a turd for crying over something so stupid, but I don’t think I have ever been so frustrated with my body. I was trying so hard to do those damn Toes-to-Bar, but my body just wouldn’t cooperate. My tears were 100% pissed-off frustration.
By the time we got home, I managed to pull myself together and get over it. (Mal also started making fun of me for crying, so I knew I just needed to stop.)
I know my body isn’t in top shape after getting its butt kicked by colitis, so I need to cut myself some slack, but still… I was PISSED after my poor performance. Apparently, getting mad motivated me because I made some serious progress on my second attempt at 12.3 this morning.
Today, I tackled 12.3 (after doing all of my Post Challenge Baseline Measurements – will blog about them tomorrow) and managed 2 rounds + 16 reps (15 Box Jumps + 1 Push Press), which means I busted out 18 Toes-to-Bar, 14 more than my first try!
By no means is my new score anything special in the CrossFit world, but I am SO PROUD of myself. Colitis, I will win every time.
And, just for fun, I added 10 Toes-to-Bar to the goal board to work toward in the next month. I’m going to be a pro at Toes-to-Bar once this is all said and done!
How do you deal with frusteration? Cry? Get angry? Please tell me I’m not a total nut job for crying about a workout.
After CrossFit, Mal and I quickly showered, changed, and got Murphy ready to go to the park.
For the ride, I mixed up a protein shake with chocolate whey protein powder and coconut milk.
Murphy had an absolute blast at the park—running from dog to dog, person to person and saying ‘hello’ to everyone. He was like the Pug Mayor today.
Clearly, our trip to the park was a huge success because the pug could barely keep his eyes open on the ride home. Ha! Look at that face!
For lunch, I ate one of the best sandwiches I have ever eaten in my entire lift. Check out this combo: honey ham with a fried egg and Caramelized Onion Dip. Umm, yea, amazing.
- Sunday: CrossFit
- Monday: Run
- Tuesday: CrossFit
- Wednesday: Run
- Thursday: Off
- Friday: Off
- Saturday: Half marathon!
The weather is absolutely beautiful here, so the plan for the evening: grilling out and drinking beers on the back porch. I love spring! Enjoy the night!