Growing up as a gymnast I used to get rips on my hands from the swinging around the bars. Not something I've experienced in the last 20 years until the last couple months and they're back. Now the calluses get built up from all the weighted bar work and rip open or off when I'm doing pull-ups, knees to chest, toes to bar, ect. Not gonna lie.. There is a weird part of me that is pretty proud of being all burley.
Tonight's WOD was brutal. It was set up to be shared between two people, a partner WOD but since there were only three of us in class he had us all do it individually. Logic would say that since the workout isn't shared that you would cut it in half but nope... Crossfit would say 'suck it up, Buttercup." And get started.
I love these workouts. There really is something symbolic of chipping away at the impossible until it's done... Even if it's just 5 movements at a time.
I did all the doubleunders... Linking 12-15 at a time and getting whipped in between. Total rowed was 2500 meters! And it was 40 stepups holding a weight overhead, 40 hand release push-ups, 30 weighted steps ups, 30 hrpus, 40 weighted stepups and another 40 hrpus... Ugh! The weight ended up on my head instead of extended over it by the end.
We only (that should be read sarcastically) had to finish off with 75 knee to elbows and no planking. I'm pretty good at the body weight stuff thanks to the gymnastics background... But Jesus balls that was a tough workout!!
Brought the Taters along; Spud was working. They did great. Thank goodness they are just old enough. I remember the painful days of trying to workout with a baby in a buzzy chair, getting interrupted to nurse, trying to jog with both of them in a stroller, blah, blah, blah.
Since the Spud is working late I threw together an easy peasy 'dinner' that we all loved.
Greek yogurt, carob chips, almonds and banana slices. Taters shared a little ricecake, too. Nom!!
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