Well, CrossFit class #3 was semi-successful last night. I actually made it all the way through all the segments of class. For the first two classes, I did the warm up, the WOD (workout of the day - this is the main part of class), and whatever we were doing to work on strength. But last night I also did the conditioning at the last part of class and at no point was I close to tears so in my book, that = SUCCESS!
On Sunday my husband and I were going to go together but last Friday's class really took a toll on me both physically and emotionally. Basically, the WOD on Friday totally kicked me in the a$$, literally and figuratively. Combination of 80 wall balls and then 40 chin up burpees "for time", maximum of 12 minutes. For a true wall ball, you have a weighted medicine ball, you do a FULL squat (butt lower than you knees), then you are supposed to explode upward, and throw the medicine ball ABOVE this painted line on the gym wall that is located a few feet overhead. 80 $^%(@ TIMES!! Um, sure. Cut to Anne - using a 12 lb. ball (VERY light compared to what is the prescribed weight), and I'm uncoordinated as all get out when throwing and catching are involved. The buzzer goes off and I can barely do a squat considering the extra 12 pounds I'm carrying. Meanwhile, people are going nutso fast all around me. Then I toss the ball up and come NOWHERE NEAR the painted line, much less OVER it. So I just decide that if I even hit the painted area, that is good enough for me. But I'm still struggling and since I can't do the squat into the throw, I'm losing power and my throws are pretty much all shoulders. The trainer sees I'm struggling and comes over, tapped my shoulder, and says I should do half squats because he wants me to be able to walk. (very nice about it). So in the end, I totally struggled through 80 of these babies, my squat equaling a slight bend in my knees (not exaggerating) and then a clumsy toss of this medicine ball I've come to hate.
OMG I get through THAT and I still have 40 chin up burpees to do??? Let's just get it clear that I knew I wouldn't even get to 40, but I knew I'd be moving the entire 12 minutes, unlike others who finished the whole 80/40 with time left ("for time" meaning if you do the workout and if you finish within the time limit, you get to rest). Oh, and my chin ups were modified to jumping up off a stack of weight plates in front of a pull up bar just so that my chin could clear it...no "chin up" involved. So you do a burpee, then a chin up (or my modified version). Knowing that I'd never get to 40, and I am DYING at this point as in can't breathe, sweaty as all get out, RED face...I don't even count. And my burpee isn't jump down, jump up. I can jump out flat, then I kind of pull myself to kneeling and put up one leg then the other. So, with about 2 minutes left, I have all the super duper ultra fit people who have already finished their un-modified workout standing around me, cheering me on, which is supposed to be motivating but at this point I just want to crawl in a hole and be left alone, and my pants were falling down over my very NOT ripped stomach so I have to stop and hitch them up and yeah, well, it was awful. I know it is all my attitude and people are truly cheering me on to do my best and I know I am just a beginner. But I want to be left alone to get better, not be the center of attention.
So the buzzer for 12 minutes goes off, I have to sit down to even breathe/talk, and the trainer asks how many I did so my total can go on the board (the whiteboard for scores is a big deal) and I tell him I have no clue. He kind of chuckled and reminded me I'm supposed to be keeping track. Yeah right! LOLOL
Then we did some sort of lifting for strength - oh thrusters which I didn't really know how to do and I was totally floundering. It was just a rough night all around.
Skip to Sunday and I just broke down in tears when Brian was asking me about going to the gym with him that day. Instead, I took a mental day off and went grocery shopping with our youngest son, while he took our older one with him to the gym.
Yesterday's workout was AMRAP or As Many Reps As Possible instead of "for time". With AMRAP, EVERYONE keeps going until the buzzer which I was SO HAPPY about. Then I don't end up as the center of attention at the end when I am dying. I realize CrossFit people in general are intense and competitive, but when I am that wiped out at the end, seriously, I'd rather breathe for a few seconds than get "one more" in. I just don't care...that just isn't in me. Anyway, the trainer gave me a few playing cards to flip over after each round to help me keep track HAHAHAHA. It worked though, so at least I kept track yesterday, and I had an actual score for the whiteboard.
AND I finished not only the strength exercises but I also did the conditioning.
Also, Monday evening and yesterday were pretty much a free for all as far as my eating was going. But today I'm back on track, drinking my lemon lime water and planning for healthy snacks and meals.