Thirty minutes before I had planned to be at CrossFit Miami Beach, I was planted facedown on top of my bed, feeling as though all my blood had rushed to my stomach. That’s probably close to the truth, too. I know better than to eat oatmeal right before a workout. I have learned this from experience. And yet I keep trying the experiment over and over, like an oat-loving moth to the flaming silo.
Then came the argument with myself.
“Well, you ran earlier today. You could skip CrossFit tonight,” came the soothing baby talk of my self-pitying side.
“But you planned to double up on your workouts when you woke up this morning!” came the righteous voice of discipline.
“You won’t get a good workout anyway with a belly full of oats sloshing around.” Baby talk again.
“People workout with missing legs! Suck it up, oat-bag, and get to the gym!”
Discipline did indeed prove righteous, and I shuffled myself over to “the box” in time for the 7:30 p.m. class. The whole way, I was preoccupied with just how queasy I was going to feel throughout the workout, whether I might ralf on a fellow CrossFitter’s shoes, etc. etc.
But the point is, discipline triumphed over complacency. That’s what challenging yourself is all about.
Before the workout began, trainers Michael Alfaro and Billy Caldwell exhibited some of their own prowess on the equipment and walls. Billy, who teaches morning classes with the exception of Wednesday nights, looked like a glistening superhuman designed for the sole purpose of performing difficult acrobatic feats as he whipped his body up and down over the chin-up bar. Michael pumped his upside-down body up and down against the wall as though it were made of helium. Gritty hip hop music blasted from the speakers. The sight, in conjunction with my liquid-filled mid-section, had me totally intimidated for the workout that followed.
WOD (workout of the day) was 20 overhead lunges, 25 Kettlebell swings, and 15 pull-ups, to be completed five times for time. I stuck with ten-pound dumbells for the lunges, a ten-pound Kettlebell, and modified my pull-ups pretty significantly to bring the workout to my level. Jared yelled at me for my wussy pull-ups, and instructed me to jump and pull my chin higher up relative to the bar.
Honestly, I did not feel as exhausted as I had after previous workouts, and I believe that it’s because I need to up my weights. I completed the last set of Kettlebell swings with the next higher weight, and it felt more appropriate. I may have been able to handle more for the lunges, also.
Tomorrow I’ll take a day off from CrossFit, but the following day I plan to dabble in the next level up in weights and push myself to the limit with all exercises (provided Irene hasn’t leveled the place — those 25 lb. sandbags they keep for torturing clients may come in handy against the storm tomorrow). A day of rest should help me reset my ambition and amplify my beastly hunger for pain. Strangely enough, I miss the feeling of utter — I mean utter — fatigue that plagued me during week one. I guess they’re not joking when they say this stuff is habit forming.