After working out hard for many consecutive days, my entire body felt drained. By days 15 and especially 16, I started to feel cranky, like a 5-year-old child who’s still awake at midnight. When I felt like singing “Na, na, na, na, na, you can’t make me,” at a trainer toward the end of training on Wednesday night, I knew I needed a day to let myself recharge.
So that’s what Thursday turned into. The weather was pretty crappy, so it was a great evening to veg out and watch some 30 Rock reruns on Netflix. I barely moved and I felt great about it, because I earned the rest.
By 7:30 Friday night, I was excited to hit “the box” at CrossFit Miami Beach again. I felt a renewed energy and enthusiasm; all my attitude problems and crankiness had melted into the couch during my delightful lazing the night before.
Trainer Megan May led the warm-up. She demonstrated a few burpees and my jaw literally dropped. Her body floated to the floor like a towel carried by the wind as a beach-goer lowers it to the sand. Just as effortlessly, she soared through the air to land back on her feet and begin again. Her burpees are as seamless as a hummingbird’s flight. It truly was a sight to behold.
I could write sonnets about Megan’s beautiful burpees, but I’ll refrain. Jumping jacks, high-knees, butt-kicks, mountain climbers, and push-ups out of the way, it was time to start the real workout. Twenty minutes of as many rounds as possible (AMRAP) of the following exercises: Five deadlifts, seven burpee bar jumpovers, and 10 ball slams.
I upped my weights on the deadlifts, using 20 lbs. on either side of the standard bar (the “guys'” bar). I used a 10-lb. ball for the ball slams. Both of those exercises were challenging but doable. It was the burpee bar jumpovers that made me want to curl into the fetal position and completely shut down. All they are are burpees with the addition of a jump over the bar after each rep. Those jumps, simple little hops, became more and more taxing with each rep and each round, to the point where it felt like I had heavy leaden chains wrapped around each ankle. My breath sputtered like a dying lawnmower’s, and my arms failed. Seven never seemed like such a high number.
Still, I made it through more than seven rounds during the 20-minute set. I am not sure how that compared to others’ stats, because I don’t think many people bothered to log their results on the board. But I felt like I’d done well, and approving looks and words from trainers Nate, Jared, and Megan made me more confident that my form was in check.
After class, I had the chance to chat for a minute with Megan, whom I met during my very first day at the gym, about how she came to be in such amazing shape. See the attached video to meet her and hear a brief version of her story.