I’m Baaaaack!

I’m back b!tches! Just kidding. I love you all. But, seriously, I’m back! The last couple of months have been tough and I had to take a break from blogging. But here I am, refreshed and ready to go! I want to give a super big thanks to Emily for holding down the fort yet again. I owe you some paleo cookies or at least  a paleo stuffed banana. 


The last couple of months have been weird. I got a new job, bought a house and went through this weird workout funk. I think at one point I took two weeks off the gym. Which is weird and awkward for me. I don’t know what caused it or why I literally wanted to do anything but CrossFit. Has that ever happened to you? Needing to take a break from something you love for absolutely no reason? No? I am the only weirdo? Okay then…

CrossFit is literally the first thing I think about in the morning and the last thing I think about before going to bed (this might have something to do with the fact I go to the 5:30am class, but whatever). So, wanting to take a break blew my mind. I felt unmotivated, uninspired and just plain old crappy. I would look at the WOD in the morning and think about how I couldn’t do it. Then, I would look at the whiteboard at night and be jealous of everyone who kicked ass that day. Weird? Yes. Slightly creepy/obsessive? Probably.



Finally, after a couple of weeks I figured it was time to end my pity party and HTFU. Laying around and feeling bad for myself was not getting me anywhere. I went back to the gym the next morning and rowed 500 meters for time. I thought I was going to cry 50 meters in.  It was 2 minutes of pure suck. But it was just what I needed. I felt alive again. I was hungry. I wanted more.

This weird funk reminded me of the importance of perspective. Just because one cart falls off the track does not mean the whole train needs to derail. We all have so much to be thankful for; our health, family, friends, career etc. I think it is far too easy to lose sight of what’s truly important to us these days. Sure it seems a lot easier to give up and make excuses when the world gets us down. But we owe it to ourselves to pull ourselves up by our bootstraps and continue to move forward. We deserve to make the life we were given completely awesome. So, next time reality deals you a big ol’ FU, take the FU and throw it right back in reality’s face. We don’t have time for that, sucker.



Workout Funk

For the first time this morning, I was completely humbled by a WOD. It was a double Annie (50-40-30-20-10-20-30-40-50 double unders and sit ups).  This would have been fine and all if I hadn’t been in a double unders funk for the last couple of weeks. I worked SO hard this summer trying to master them, eventually getting up to 10-12ish in a row. However, I took about a month off and when I picked up the rope a couple weeks back, I could barely get 2. I have no idea what happened, but it was frustrating as anything. So, when I saw the WOD, a slight panic set in. 300 double unders…really?! 6 AM is far too early to tackle a beast like this.

Anyways, our coach said if we didn’t have double unders we could substitute in burpees. 300 burpees?! I don’t think so. So, I figured it would be a great time to work on my form and get out of this funk.

For those of you who are familiar with the double under learning process, you know it is NOT a fun time. For those of you not familiar, here’s a quick video showing the joys of double-undering.


Fun stuff, huh? Basically, you end up with rope whips in places you didn’t know were possible. I started off super slow trying to throw in a double under every couple of jumps. I wasn’t very successful since my rhythm was all off. So, I decided just to go balls to the wall and string the jumps together no matter how badly I failed. Was this the best approach? Probably not. Trust me, I have the welts all over my body to prove this.


 Just a few battle wounds from this morning.
The welts perfectly match my sweater. Sexy and I KNOW it.

So, about eight or nine attempts in, I regained my confidence and was able to connect about ten together. Pretty solid. Thankfully, this continued through the WOD and I was able to finish in 25:14.  Was I the third to last one done today?  Absolutely. Was I covered head to toe in stinging whip marks? You better believe it. But what was more important was that I was finally out of my funk and didn’t give up. I could have switched to standard jumps as a couple of people around me did near the end. But what is that really accomplishing? Is it making you better? Stronger? Faster? I don’t think so. You owe it to yourself to give it all you have. In the end, what’s 25 minutes and 14 seconds out of your life?

Have you ever been humbled by a WOD or workout?  Ever been in a funk?  How did you get out of it?  We’d love to hear!