Good Day to Go Back

WOD: "Full Frontal"

2 rounds cals

5-5-3-3-3 front squats
*maxed at 3 reps of 95 lbs.

5 min. rest

12" AMRAP:
5 front squats
5 push press

*8.5 rounds @ 65 lbs.


Two and a half weeks (closer to three) doesn't sound like such a long time, but it is when you're talking about going without CrossFit. And it's not like I was on vacation. But papers are now submitted and I'm done with classes for a month. The break was necessary, but it wasn't really a break so much as it was forced concentration on something else.

Going back in today wasn't easy. I didn't even hear my alarm and only woke up because my brother called to remind me that I had said I was going back today and to make sure I did. I told him I didn't feel good. "Go anyway. You'll feel better." So I got up and dressed. Thank God my clothes still fit...mostly. I was truly worried. Subsisting on triple shot egg nog lattes doesn't exactly leave one feeling lithe.

Once I got there I was fine....excited when I saw 5:45 doing front squats because, for some unknown reason, I love those. Not as fun as squat cleans, but I can't get what I want everyday. But I was most thankful there was no running required this morning. (And now that I say that, we'll probably be doing something awful like 800m sprints, 5 RFT tomorrow....with 40 burpees tucked nicely between each round....and maybe a farmer walk with heavy dumbbells thrown in there at the end, plus a 400m lunge, and some double unders just to piss me off....we'll just go ahead and call it "I Hate Everybody")

Getting back to what I was saying.....

I'm glad I sucked it up and went today. I could easily be disappointed with my 3 rep max @ 95, but I'm sort of uncomfortably okay with it. Not every day can be a PR day. And those 65 lb push presses did not feel good. But I'm sort of (okay, really) enjoying the soreness that's setting in. I like that soreness.

I also like that there's a certain bar I like to use and I like that I'm irritated I didn't look for it this morning. Not that it might have changed anything, because it wouldn't. Or maybe it would have. I like that I'm familiar enough now that I notice things like my favorite bar and the fact that I like the black bumper plates, with maybe one green plate (only when combined with a black one, never two green together, and only used on the left-hand side) but never again that blue plate. The blue one doesn't like me. (If I ever approach you with one blue plate and ask you to switch with me, just do it. Don't ask why. I would do it for you....if it were any one but that one.)

I like that there's a certain kettle bell that's "mine"....the one with the handle that's just rough enough so I don't have to use chalk, but without a funky weld like that other one that tears open my pinky fingers. (Don't tell me to use gloves. I don't like them. I'm claustrophobic and so are my hands.) I'm sure 15 other people have claimed this same kettle bell, but for the hour that I'm there, it's mine. We have a relationship and we work well together.

But mostly I like that I got to see friends and familiar faces. And I got hugs. I like those, too.