I can barely talk, I’m biting my tongue SO hard to keep from complaining. Good thing I can still type!
I was enjoying about a week of normal energy levels, appetite, and joie de vivre. But yesterday, when my female hormone cycle took a left turn, the thyroid hormone bus careened to Mehsville – and promptly broke down just shy of the depot.
I spent all day yesterday in my pajamas, fighting to keep my eyes open. This morning, when the alarm went off for class, I was Pavlov’s dog: Synthroid, water, workout clothes, drive… no thinking. If I had been thinking, I might have stayed home. PotAto, PotAHto. I did the workout.
And it was a doozy.
CrossFit Women Workout
3 rounds, 20-minute cutoff:
20 burpee box jumps
20 push press, 65#
20 sumo deadlift high pull, 65#
After the warmup, I knew even attempting the RX’d weight was a no-go, so I opted for 55#. That’s Fight Gone Bad weight, so it didn’t feel like a cupcake. And because I’m coming up on my one-year anniversary of the 20″ box jump, I put a plate on top of the box to make it 22 inches.
It was a misery. I almost cried twice.* I fought for every rep. They were all singles. Not pretty. Not nice. And, in hindsight, perhaps not smart. But you know how it is in the early morning: autopilot gets you to the gym; past performance helps you choose a weight for the WOD; a combination of ego, awesome coaches, and expectations pushes you through the workout.
When Crystal called “time,” I’d finished two full rounds, 20 burpee box jumps, and 14 push presses – which is about what everyone else did, too.
I felt a little woozy and “not right” on the way home… ate my post-workout omelet, took a very long shower, and crashed straight back into bed for two hours. I feel like someone has been beating on my head with a sledgehammer. It’s sunny outside, but my personal weather forecast is foggy with chance of napping.
Today is the start of my third week on the Synthroid. I knew when I was feeling great last week, it might be short-lived. EVERYONE who’s been through this before has cautioned me that it takes a few months to sort it all out. I’m not discouraged or disappointed. But I am damn sleepy.
*The mid-workout crying is a special phenomenon. The tears are not brought on by the usual suspects – fear, pain, self-recrimination, frustration. Instead, it’s as if my whole system is just overwhelmed, and the only way to mitigate it is to release tears from my eyes. I don’t feel sad or scared, or even think, “I’m going to cry.” My mind is still engaged in the workout – I just feel the tears spring into my eyes. I experienced something similar in the past – at the end of a triathlon, at the finish lines of the half marathons, and a few times after long training runs. If anyone out there has some science on exertion + tears, I’d love to hear it!
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