I usually wake up before my alarm and enjoy that boozy half-awake/half-asleep feeling for a few minutes before the morning ritual begins. Today, the alarm yanked me out of a really nice dream — so harsh — and before I was even really awake, I was halfway to CrossFit Central.
Carey ate her mean Wheaties this morning; the workout was sans fun for me. It felt great — after. But fun? Not so much.
3 rounds for time:
10 deadlift, 95 lbs.
10 pullups, with a band
My time: 12:42.
Not great, but solidly in the middle of the class. As a former last finisher, I’ll take it! And for only the third time since I started CrossFit, I thought I might barf in the middle of it all. Then…
cleans + push press, 45 lbs.
10 – 8 – 6 – 4
That got me fired up for Fight Gone Bad on Saturday. Push press made a chump out of me the last time I did a practice FGB, but not this time.
To my deep regret, I forgot to do my burpees after class so I’m on the hook to do them tonight. Boo.
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