Well it has been an interesting week. Giving up on my traditional workout schedule has been tough. If you’ve lifted for years and years you’ll know what I mean. Luckily the WOD’s have been grueling enough to make me forget about my old schedule. They sort of make me focus on what future misery I’m going to be subjected to. That’s right misery, I hate to say it but the WOD’s are not fun, even slightly.

In a nutshell I hate them when I’m doing them and ecstatic when I’m done.

While sweating and gasping for breath during my first workout, I came to the realization that I’m sadly out of shape. Weight lifting had not even slightly prepared me for Crossfit. During that first day I was pushed to my limits. I was using far less weight and fewer reps than the WOD called for and after only a few minutes I was done, I just couldn’t do anymore. The rest of the week wasn’t any better. One workout after another I was introduced to an increasingly more demented workout than the previous. By the weeks end my body hurt in places I didn’t know I had. I felt like someone had beaten me with a two by four. My hip hurt, my stomach ached, my butt hurt, my thighs were dead etc… but incredibly I was actually starting to enjoy it.

The worst WOD so far was one that incorporated walking lunges, followed by Burpees. I added push-ups for fun because I thought the workout seemed to easy, dumb, dumb, dumb, another lesson learned. I actually had to stop that workout because I thought I would throw up.

Last night I did Dumb Bell Thrusters followed by GHD sit-ups. I had no idea what either was so found a video on Youtube.com. Again I was lacking the equipment specified in the WOD. My dumb-bells were too light and I lacked the sit-up chair for the GHD things. No worries though, I quickly forgot about the lacking weight after the first round of thrusters. While sufficiently gasping for air I figured weight really didn’t matter at this point since I could barely breath. Luckily I got a rest when I did the sit-ups on the floor, which were followed shortly by cramping stomach muscles. I did the full three rounds and collapsed on the floor. And as predicted my stomach muscles are still sore.

Then on one of the rest days I decided I should do a hill run/jog. So here I am, beat up from the previous WOD’s and I take off on a new hill pushing a jogger that weighs thirty pounds and is holding a baby that’s another twenty-five pounds into unknown territory. I drop down the first hill and just as quickly begin my ascent up a hill that just gets steeper and steeper. This thing goes for at least three quarters of a mile. Now along the way I’m dying, my legs are on fire and I just want to turn around but that would mean quitting and I don’t like quitting. So I’m trying to push this jogger up this hill while trying to keep up with Mayra and she states I’m having a hard time because of my breathing. I don’t think so; maybe it’s the fact that I’m pushing this heavy object up a cliff I think to myself!  I pause twice on the way up cause I’m exhausted. A couple of cars pass by and one gives us a thumbs up, yippee I think, how bout a ride back to my car lady! When I get to the top I’m not so happy because now I have to go down. The road is very long and very steep. My legs are like Jell-O and I just want to sit down and have some ice cream, I’m delusional at this point. As we start our descent I look Montana who is sound asleep and oblivious to the amount of pain she subjected me to. If I could have climbed in beside her and had Mayra push us down I would have. This hill is at least a half-mile down and trying to walk down would be ridiculous so we begin to jog. My quads start to burn because I’m trying to slow down the fifty-pound Jogger and my two hundred and fifty pound self. By the time we got to the bottom I was so done, my legs were like rubber but I had a smile. Wow I did it, it wasn’t pretty but I made it to the end of my first week! I must say even though it’s a love hate relationship I feel that the love is starting to outweigh the hate.

See you in the hills

Lance