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About 10 months ago, for the first time ever, I met “Crossfit Total”. There was lots of buzz around it leading up to the workout, and I was entirely all too nervous for a “gym class”. You can read about my experience HERE.
So for the sake of repetition, the workout goes as follows!:
15 minutes to find your max for backsquat
15 minutes to find your max press
15 minutes to find your max deadlift
I really only had one goal this time around: to break 300. Now this may seem silly and small, but last time, I was LITERALLY the only person to not break 300, and I was determined to do so this time!
Here’s a reminder of what my score was, and the breakdown of that score in January!:
Total Score: 290
Back squat: 110
This time for the back squat, I was thinking I could maybe squat 130. I was working on the same platform as the beastly (but very deceivingly so) Lauren Cecilia We were going back and forth matching each other on the back squat, with the constant help and support of Mr. JP He wouldn’t tell us what the weight was on there, weight lifting is soooooooooo mental! When we finally did our three official tries for our max, we topped at 145. That would be the last time I matched Miss Cecilia :-p
So back squat:
Old: 110; New: 145 (+35)
Next was the press. This is the one that frustrates me the most…I seem to have ZERO upper body strength :-p Last time I did this I struggled to get 50#, and while I did make some progress this time, it’s definitely slow. We were joking last night that press’ are the most frustrating lift ever….you can’t really scream, or grunt the weight up like you can some others (*cough* Cas *cough* :-p), but it seems to just hover in front of your face, taunting you…ugh! I had three full attempts and failed at two…but I DID PR, with a whopping 60# :-p Ta-DAAA!
Old: 50; New: 60 (+10)
Finally, the last of the three lifts was the deadlift. Ahhh, the deadlift. So many women in my class seem to crush the 200 mark with this, while I was still working on my body weight (and no, it is not quite 200 pounds, haha). So, I can officially say after last night, I could easily deadlift more than my BIGGEST self, 15 pounds ago! It’s pretty crazy how with one lift (165), while it was definitely challenging however completely doable, adding 10 pounds to the bar can make all the difference in the world (LIKE NOT EVEN BUDGING! TWICE!). Oh well! I have a place to start next time
Old: 130; New: 165 (+35)
Old: 290; New: 370!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I would say I blew that 300 goal right out the window!
So, what is my goal for the NEXT Crossfit Total? To break 400!
OH! Just as a reminder…remember how I vowed on here that I would run the Cider Hill Mash 5k?? Well, it is just about here!! The Cider Hill Mash is this Sunday, at 11am at the Cider Hill Farm in North Andover, MA! I’m getting pretty nervous, but soooo excited as well. I have the honor of running it with my good friend Miss Alexis Girvan. I have two goals for this race….
1) To finish. Honestly, I’m not looking to break any PR’s here, or whatever…I’m looking to PROVE to MYSELF and myself ONLY that I can do this. I know I can run 3 miles…I’ve done it, more than a few times…but races, and weightlifting, and competition in general get in my head. SO, I just want to finish, feeling good…which leads me into my SECOND goal…
2) To finish with a smile, and like it enough to want to do ANOTHER! That’s all I really want, to have fun during the race
Looking forward to the chaos/wonderfulness of this weekend with both Nick and I’s families here!!!! Big first meeting of the families woooot! Have a great Wednesday guys Love you!
So remember how I told you about how October was going to be pretty crazy?? Yeah…my lack of posting is in direct correlation to that very statement. Since October 1st hit, it has been a whirlwind of activity…and I have LOVED it! I literally have never felt a month go by so fast in my life! We’ve had house guests pretty much since the 1st, and they’ve all been sooooo wonderful!
I do, however, have a story for you
This past Saturday, Nick and I wanted to get a workout in before the day was over. We decided on doing a 3-mile loop for time. Now, trust me, I was not so disillusioned that I thought I was actually going to be running with Nick the whole time…and sure enough, after about thirty seconds, he was pulling away.
I was feeling pretty good. The sky was blue, the sun was bright, and I didn’t feel like my lungs were about to explode…whats NOT to love? After about 1.5 miles, I turn right onto Water Street from Lothrop…and within a matter of seconds (without having any clue as to HOW this happened…) I found myself face first down on the tar. Hands splayed out in front of me, the entire first layer of skin taken clean off my left knee and elbow, and worse yet…my pride shattered. I look around to see if anyone saw, and thankfully, not a soul in sight. My hands, elbow and knees are numb and covered in blood…and after a few moments I think, “I could sit here longer, limp home, put on a pouty face….OR, I could get my bum off the ground, keep running and attempt to at least not DESTROY my time for this run” (my time for the 3-mile loop was 30 minutes, and for some reason, I just couldn’t break it!).
I get up, palms unable to close, and I start running toward home. At one point, I look down and notice that my leg has blood running down my shin…but I realize that walking will only allow it to run further. I run by a man sitting in a chair outside his shop, and with his mouth wide open, and deadpan eyes, he says, “whats up….?” in the same deadpan tone as his stare. I’m pretty sure he thought I was crazy.
Just as I turn the last big bend before I’m home, I step on a rock the size of a tennis ball and roll my left ankle. At this point, tears come to my eyes and I REALLY think about just walking the last little bit home, but the stubborn, pig-headed competitor in me decided against it.
Now TYPICALLY, on the last little straight away I sprint home, but this time I kept my pace steady. I could see Nick at the end of the driveway holding the timer, ready to push stop as soon as I crossed the “finish line”. He was yelling to me to pick it up, that I was almost there, and other various supportive things I kept moving the same pace.
As I crossed the line he clicks stop and yells “YEAH BABY!! 27 MINUTES FLAT!! You shaved three minutes off your run!!!!”
It was only then that he noticed the blood running down my leg and the other assortment of purples and blues on my legs and arms.
At this point, do you think I REALLY cared??? I shaved three minutes off my 3 mile…and broke a time that I found impossible to break…all while leaving a piece of me permanently with Beverly forever What a productive run that was