Positivity brings out the Rockstar who can add & wants to yell: Blueberry Pancakes!

Last week was pretty dismmal. This week I decided to change my attitude, be positive.

It began late last Saturday night I recieved a text from my friend Jenn asking if I wanted to do a make-up "Sunday Fun Day" WOD at the stadium in the morning with her & her friend Colleen since she knew I missed mine too.

She sent a picture text however my phone is crappy and I couldn't see it. While waiting for the download I figured, why not? I replied within seconds: I'm in!  Why I mention the crappy phone deal was Jenn sent me the details of the Sunday WOD. Had I actually seen it, I honestly don't think I would've gone....

This sign greeted me as I walked toward them. --->>>  

Yup, it's even worse when you are actually doing it. Notice NO 15# vest  by my name? I'm not hardcore AND wasn't particularly keen on suffering a stroke on a Sunday morning.  Of course Teva, Jenn's 10 year old son smoked us. The 2 ultra Fit ladies killed it! Me? I barely survived.

I didn't finish under the 30 minute time cap, but I finished! Hallelujah!
Dazed, nauseated, gasping for air & legs trembling I was happy. Even though I looked as if I was dragged through a car wash (without the car)...I didn't mind taking a picture to mark this occasion. I SURVIVED! 

Feeling accomplished I had to reward myself with a nap. Man oh man was I toast for the rest of the day...

As I always do, I hit the RFM site before bed.... Come to think of it should rethink this practice just in case I read something horrifying like this again:

Workout for 7/30/12:

A. Back squat 3x5 (+5-10#)

B. 4 rounds for max reps:

0:30 DB lunges (40-50% of body weight)

0:30 rest

0:30 push-ups

0:30 rest

0:30 KB swings

0:30 rest

Dumbell lunges, push ups, burpees.  As many reps as possible in 30 seconds

Staring at the screen, panic set in.  Why did I do that WOD today? Damn it, I'm heavy! Oh my God I'm going to have to rock (2) 20# Dumbells! Push ups? I can do about 5 push ups.  (When I say this I'm being generous with 5).

Still apprehensive from the night before I was quiet the whole day. I had to figure out a game plan. I knew I would be running a deficient w/the push ups. I had to jam the lunges & KB swings to make up the difference.

I stuck to the plan.  Ain't gonna lie, it was tough. I fought hard.  I fell backwards trying to pop up from a lunge & did some of the push-ups the wrong way on the Poiret bar (even AFTER Bumper demo'd it for me). I swear pretty soon he'll nickname me Short Bus.   

Of course later that night I started walking like I had a stick up my ass, getting out of my chair was a major undertaking.  I even contemplated NOT putting on deodorant as to spare myself the pain...

I didn't learn my lesson. As I was lying in bed I remembered it was time to check Tuesday's WOD:

Workout for 7/31/12:A. Press 3x5 (+5#)
B. For time:
Run 400 meters
40 double unders
Run 300 meters
30 double unders
Run 200 meters
20 double unders
Run 100 meters
10 double unders

Hot Doggie! My kind of workout. Very rarely do the stars align. Fortunately they did for me on Tuesday.

Magically at night the pain fairies helped me out.  I awoke with only 2 places that hurt like hell. My left quad & my right shin.  My thinking: Ah, this is candy. I have the whole day to stretch....oh God, I am a fool....

That afternoon my shin still hurt. Trying to massage it at the gym Lori took pity on me & rewarded me with a shin-tiger balm massage. AHHHH HOLY HELL! THIS HURTS LIKE A MOTHER!

Yes, I was being a tad bit dramatic but my boo boo hurt.  I must have been in enough agony to delight my 11yr old daughter. She couldn't stop laughing at me. I can't blame her, we all know it's only funny when it's not you.

Thanks to Lori's fingers of steel & Tiger balm I could now run. Up side to this is I also cleared my sinuses. The fumes were so strong that even Ken who was stretching 5 feet way suffering from allergies now could breath again because of me. (No thanks needed Ken, you're welcome).

As some of you may already know, I am mathematically challenged.  In most cases I'd say KISS YOUR ASS GOOD BYE if it meant I could save the world by addition. Not today my friends, I was on fire!

I knew exactly what barbell & weight combination to use AND I could count my reps up to 20! Read it: TWENTY!!  Eh, I wasn't going to push my luck and attempt to count to 21....I know my limits.  I wasn't about to give myself a migraine.

As I mentioned in the beginning the stars were aligned.  Tuesday's WOD was made for me. DU's & running. I have yet to do more than 2 DU's but I can now string along singles at a steady pace. I even knew what the conversion amount was for DU's to Singles...Hell yeah, I was on a serious roll!

Wait, wait, wait....

Let's get serious of a moment. Running sucks. I do whatever I have to keep going. This time, I kept my head down & sang "Call Me Maybe." to myself.  Don't knock it! It's a catchy tune.  Once you hear the song you too will be singing, "I know I just met you and this is crazy but here's my number. Call me maybe"  Ah yeah...That's my JAM! 

In my Carly Rae Jepsen karaoke daze I somehow finished in the middle of the pack for my WOD.  Better yet, I completed it within my own self imposed time cap.  Hot damn! I  AM A ROCK STAR!  

After class, I was still reeling in my own glory. Cruising with Kats watching the boys flip the 600Lb truck tire was fun.  But it was Coach Kristi's flip that got me inspired.....

NOT TO FLIP THE TIRE! HECK NO! You must be smokin' something funny if you thought I did....And people think I'm crazy?!!

Anyway, I wanted to sit on the INSIDE and be rolled down the parking lot. Marcus seemed to also think this was a good idea and offered to hook me up & push the tire. SWEET!! 

As you know the words, Kathy & mature are synonymous with safety. I was ahead of the game.  I asked Marcus what would happen if I got too sick & wanted to stop? I would need a "safe word."  What's a safe word you ask? It's a special word or phrase to let people know to stop without having to say the word stop....

I was thinking um, maybe: Blueberry Pancakes? But his suggestion was simple: STOP.  Bleh! Efficient? Absolutely. Creative? NO. The word stop lacks zing.  Zing is important in situations like this.

Then I asked what if he couldn't hear me yell stop? His answer, "just yell it loud. Do it enough times, someone is bound to hear you."  I tell you, Marcus should be my Guru....He give me some genius answers.

Standing there listening to our conversation Coach Kristi was skeptical. She shook her head saying she didn't think it was a good idea.  I can't imagine why? How bad could it be? I mean, I swear I saw it on an episode of Jackass.  Hello, Johnny Knoxville is still alive....I'm jus sayin'

Maybe it was the urging of Marcus & Kats or my own stupidity but I felt like I had huge gorilla balls & I decided to go for it!

I got in the middle.  Of course I'm too short & weak to hold myself upright that's when I thought I heard someone say, "run in the middle of it like a hamster!". At that moment, I knew God helped guide me to the right gym.....

I AM SURROUNDED BY GENIUSES!

That was perfect! Much safer than being flipped. Plus, I could still use my own safe word to stop. YAY ME!

Bumper helped guide me. My Guru, Marcus decided to watch.

Slow at first then I was like a hamster on crack...Running as fast as my little legs could take me. That was until I heard Bumper yell, HO, HO, HO, STOP! I guess I was going to hit the warehouse or people who knows...

It wasn't my Blueberry Pancakes but it worked. After a few feet, I ending up on my head upside down. Who would've thought it would be difficult to stop on a dime?

I stumbled out thinking, THAT WAS AWESOME! I SO want to do it again. This Crossfit stuff Rocks!

Gosh, what an great week I've had so far. Changing my attitude made all the difference. Being positive sure has it's perks.

Shoot, gotta run so I'll just Blueberry Pancakes this....Hope you have a Happy Aloha Friday Boys & Girls!

Blog ya later,

Kathy