Sore muscles. I have sore muscles. In fact, all of them are sore. I've started going to Crossfit a couple of weeks ago, just puttering about doing mobility and whatever else I could find. I'll confess that I moved my ten pound limit up to twenty, but hey...I was a little stronger than the average middle aged women a two months ago. I just wanted to get a sore muscle from something other than laying around on the couch in a weird position. But I didn't--until this week.
It's official. I'm now doing WODs. I call them Gimp WODs, but they're just as challenging as any I've ever done. I no longer have a ten pound limit but I know that doesn't mean I can't hurt myself or set myself back.
I'm so fortunate to be a part of such an amazing Crossfit box. People have been so supportive, particularly my favorite trainer, who has both helped me adapt things and made me feel as though I belong there. I can't tell you how much that means to me.
In some ways, it's like starting over. So far I've cleaned 65#, snatched 45", deadlifted 85#, and back squatted 100#. No, these aren't my maxes. I'm not even close to finding a max. I just want to ease back in to it. These are the weights that worked on the day I tried them.
NO....I do NOT want to ease back into it. At all. I want to fucking pick up what I could pick up before.
I am out of gas. I know...how can I be out of gas when I'm sitting her blogging in cyberspace? Believe me, I am. I just have an empty tank. I'm still not getting the nutrition I need from my food (a side effect of the surgery) and I'm not totally recovered yet. I am MUCH better than I was when I came home, when I was literally winded going upstairs to my bedroom. I STILL have those days, though. Just not as often.
So WODs are tricky on a lot of levels. I have to find moves that will strengthen my core, that aren't too painful and won't cause injury. And I have to be able to DO the move-there has been some erosion there. The other day I picked up an 8kg kettlebell to do a clean and jerk and could swear I'd picked up 16kg instead. Really? This was a low moment for me and I nearly cried--until one of the women in class reminded me that I couldn't do it then, but I would be able to soon.
I've been fortunate this week. Most of the WODs have been pretty short. (And my adaptive moves abbreviate them as well.) I haven't been brought to my knees (ok, the floor) by a 20 minute AMRAP yet. Honestly, I don't think I could do that yet. But I'm up to being able to keep moving for ten minutes.
I am proud of myself. I'm writing this blog so I can remember this journey and never stop feeling that way.
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