Hit By a Truck

Have you ever heard that Shiatsu massage can bring up emotions and make you want to cry? I used to hear this from a friend a long time ago who recommended Shiatsu massage. Just the idea of it made me nervous and I never had one. Start crying during a massage? No thanks! Anyway, I thought of this last night after a long workout left me feeling like I could cry at the drop of a Kleenex. I wasn’t feeling bad emotionally—not angry or frustrated or in pain. I was proud of working so hard. But I had this funny feeling in my chest as if I were going to cry. My whole system was so revved up that it was hard to fall asleep, even three hours after we got home. I’m saying “we” because Tom joined CrossFit this week and was there last night.
The workout had two parts. First, five rounds of the following:
25 squats to overhead press with a slightly weighted PVC pipe (it has sand in it)
15 wall-ball sit-ups (sit up and fling the medicine ball at the wall, catch it and do another sit-up)
10 one-legged kettlebell deadlifts each leg (like a one-legged squat, lifting a KB)
Rest for the amount of time the above took, then do three rounds of:
20 pull-ups (I used a rubberband)
30 push-ups (I did them 10 or 5 or 2 at a time)
40 sit-ups (I tucked my feet under something)
50 squats, unweighted
Then gymnastics.
I had a couple of problems. The first workout took me 27 minutes. If I’d rested for 27 minutes, I wouldn’t have had time to do the second workout before the gymnastics section started, so I started the second workout after only getting a few drinks of water. I could have used more recovery time.
My second problem was that I conveniently didn’t notice we were supposed to do three rounds of the second workout. I did it once and gleefully announced I was finished. Then somebody pointed out I still had two rounds to do. I was mortified. Recovering from my denial, I got back into my rubberband to start the second round of 20 pull-ups. I slowly got through round 2 and started round 3. My arms felt like loaves of bread. Mercifully, halfway through round 3—right after I’d completed my last 30 push-ups—Dave said I should stop to “leave something in the tank for gymnastics.”
Tom and I had nothing but fumes left in the tank (hmmm—where is the tank located?) but we wanted to stay for gymnastics anyway. Now that the gymnastics coach has moved away, Dave has been running that class very ambitiously, and last night there were more drills written on the board than we could complete in an hour. I thought we were never going to get out of there! Of course, we could have left whenever we wanted, but did not want to miss anything.
We practiced the kip, which I’m still nowhere near able to do. Other people are making more progress and it’s fun to watch them. Everybody’s very enthusiastic and full of advice for each other.
Then we did some tumbling, starting with cartwheels. I managed a couple of one-handed ones and I’m finally starting to improve my righthand cartwheel. Everybody agrees that for cartwheels you have a good side and a bad side, and when you lead with the bad side, you feel like a complete spaz and get a lot dizzier than on the good side.
We practiced some handstand rolls. On my third time, I messed up two of them in a row, somehow forgetting what I intended to do and collapsing at random out of my brief handstand. I was so tired my brain was no longer cooperating. I stood around for a while and watched the others.
Apparently not thinking we were worn out enough, Dave wanted us to practice L-sits, the bridge position (which I always knew as the back-bend) and hanging leg-raises. Please! I tried L-sits on the parallettes, on the pull-up bar, and on the bar against the wall, and I couldn’t hold an L-sit for five seconds. I tried it several times for a quick count of five before giving up. On the back-bend, normally I can start on the floor and push up into that position, but my shoulders were so tired that I gave out as soon as I lifted up. I did some hanging leg-raises two at a time, fast and sloppily. The whiteboard said to do 20 of them “slow and perfect.” No chance of that!
Today, I’m still tired. Holding the phone up to my ear makes my arm shake.

2 thoughts on “Hit By a Truck”

  1. Recently, on my journal, I received some nice comments from lots of people to the tune of, “Chris is very inspiring,” etc…
    YOU are very inspiring to me. I read every one of your posts with anticipation. I sweat through every experience you have, wondering if I could do even 1/3 of what you’re doing. My plans in 2005 include trying my best to follow at a distance all your crossfit efforts at my local gym, switching out my old-new-school workouts for your oldschool-new workouts. (Did that make sense?)
    You’re so amazing.

  2. Aw, shucks! Thanks Chris. You would probably surprise yourself. Determination goes a long way. Check crossfit.com and look around for suggested substitutions that you might do in your gym or at home.

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