I need to vent for a minute. I agree that everyone is different and the only person I am responsible for is myself. If you want to cheat on your diet, or cheat reps in a WOD that’s up to you. It’s generally none of my business. There’s an exception to that. When you join our Whole30 discussion group and post a pic of a chocolate skor cluster with a comment “is this Whole30? hehe!” it becomes my concern. This might not have bothered me all that much if you hadn’t been my partner for Murph and cheated a rep or two off every round. And if I wasn’t already waking up thinking about chocolate I may have cut you a little more slack too. But listen, it’s not my job to count your reps for you, but when trying to transition smooth and efficient, counting reps is the way to go. When my usual WOD buddy doesn’t have to miss a WOD for an exam, we are seamless. So while yes, you are only cheating yourself in the end… don’t try to drag me down with you! I’m committed and hard-working. Get with the program.
Sat. Apr. 18:
Ok, I probably shouldn’t be blogging about today at all considering I called in sick. I never call in sick, but after a 4th night of not sleeping much I felt justified. PLUS the mobility workshop going on at CFD seemed like something I really needed. As for the WOD first, maybe not so much… but I was there, so… yeah.
Ahh… Murph. Done as a partner WOD today thankfully! Cause had it been solo I might have said “eff this!!” during either of the runs. It was a beautiful sunny day, but heading up the hill to the turnaround point was running head first in a wind tunnel lol! Maddy and I paired up and decided to split the middle chunk in to rounds of Cindy. Good plan I think 🙂 Kept us moving at a steady pace the whole time, although I have no idea what our end time was.
Fri. Apr. 17:
So much for the chiro miracle I had hoped for. Day 3 running on very little sleep. Day 3 getting out of bed at 3-something cause I just couldn’t get comfortable enough to hope for more sleep. As soon as I got up and got moving around, the back feels fine. Arg.
1 Power Clean+ 2 Front Squat + 2 Jerk Complex
*Increase loading for each set*
75 / 85 / 95 / 100
Got up to #100, but my clean was ugly, squatted easy-peasy, then failed the jerk. Shook it off and tried again. This time failed the clean! Again, and again… Took me a few attempts, but I finally completed the complex at #100. Same weight as last Friday… that’s not the point of this exercise but running on fumes I decided to be ok with that. Also didn’t want to really mess up whatever is going on with my back.
Thurs. Apr. 16:
Team 10k Row
*Teams of 3, switching every 250m*
*Every 5 Minutes, perform 3 plate pushes (1Each)*
Time – 48:47
Sweet jeezuz this was rough! Learned my lesson when I took the bait of Greg encouraging me to row harder to reach 5800 meters before the 5 minute plate push. I switched gears and rowed HARD. Then wanted to die for the next 10:00. Noted. I figured this one would take a while, but didn’t expect nearly 50 minutes. Clearly, cause post-WOD I had to toss Yuko in the car, rush home to inhale some food (cause I was starving and kinda dizzy!) and book it to my chiro appointment. Thank God I made that! She cracked me like crazy! Maybe I’ll be able to sleep properly again without being unable to breathe every time I move. Not fun.
Wed. Apr. 15:
Pretty proud of my little man today 🙂 Who turned 3 months on Monday. Yes, that is a thing. I’ll only have him till he’s a year, so we’re gonna celebrate. Happy 1/4 birthday Yuko lol. Back to today – first we got up early and headed to the track. It’s been quite some time since I’ve brought Yuko along, like the last time we were still at the point where I had to carry him up and down stairs and he really sucked at walking. Today we managed to run together (super-slow, but it’s a start!) for almost a whole lap! Then we walked another, and he settled down and slept on my hoody while we went through a Rachel WOD creation. 5 rounds with a partner – jog 1/2 lap, sprint 1/2 lap, 10 burpees, 30 second plank hold, tag your partner. Ok, I did sprint-ish. The first 3 anyways. I’m disgruntled at how downhill my running capacity has slipped. Something to work on. And not the point of this story.
After the track we headed to Yuko’s first day of puppy school 🙂 ok, I was a little nervous that he might poop in the classroom, but also excited to meet the rest of his litter 🙂 From the minute we walked into the centre he was a bit of a spaz, but there were dogs everywhere and lots of stuff to sniff. I had to pretty much tackle him so the vet could give his vaccines and he jiggled like a jumping bean on the scale. Wish I new what his weight was when I got him, cause today was 10.5kg… Ever seen the movie Best In Show? The group of people which I share the “Y” litter with sort of reminded me of the movie. An eclectic group, although all very nice. There was Yorkie and his stereotypical gay couple who have avoided any dog socialization up to this point as they were fearful that others may not have vaccinated their beasts. And I’m not making an assumption here, the more chatty of the pair threw in a “me and my husband” comment at one point that made hubby turn a bright shade of red. Then there was the French woman who got paired with Yvette. That doesn’t happen by accident, right? There was also a young couple who had Yugo. Seriously? That was confusing when she kept saying his name and my little fur ball didn’t know what to think. I mean, I guess when you pick the letter “Y” for a litter, there are only so many options. One thing I did pick up from the little meet and greet while we all sat in the waiting room (the people sat, the dogs strained to sneak in a little play session) is that while I’m really pretty easy on Yuko in terms of demands, he’s really pretty awesome. He settled in the chaos better than most. He doesn’t bark a lot, which many voiced as a concern. AND he’s the only of his litter who sleeps through the night! That’s lucky for him since we’ve had the pups 6 weeks now! He would have got the old “return to sender” ages ago.
Yup. That’s my boy. Sure I’ll listen to you and “Sit”, but don’t expect my attention to be undivided.