7 minutes and 37 seconds. That's how ridiculously long it took me to complete 30 clean & jerks for time this morning. I knew better than to try for the prescribed weight of 95 pounds. That's my standing one rep max. 30 ain't happening....at least not quickly.
I don't know what happened. Other than I just got lost concentrating on form and repeating reps that I didn't think should count (I have no idea how many times I did this). On the very first rep, something happened in my right deltoid muscle and I lost power. (What is with my right arm this week??) It was ugly, so I didn't count it. The very beginning and I already had to start over....
I have a great tendency to overthink things. I know....shocker! So when everyone else was done and I still had 10 reps to go, it just kind of unnerved me. It was 65 pounds. I should have had that, no problem, in less than 5 minutes. It feels like I've been waiting to meet "Grace" forever....and now I feel like I made a bad first impression. Kinda like the kid who lopes over to the cute girl at the school dance and fumbles over his words and wants to ask her but never quite gets to it before muttering something along the lines of "I'm gonna go" and loping back off into the mirror-ball flecked blackness of obscurity....Okay, that might be a little much. I'm just disappointed.
Does anyone ever attempt "Grace" twice in one day? Not that I'm going to....but I should have gone heavier. 10 extra pounds would have made me feel more stable and I would have stuck the landings better.
Nothing left to do now but leave it alone and learn from it and try not to feel like such a failure. I did complete it, after all. Just feels like it wasn't my best effort. My mind got loose and wandered. Now that it's back, I think I'll go buy some new shoes.
New shoes make everything better.
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