I’m really proud of myself for 1) making it to Friday without complaining about the week dragging (it didn’t), and, 2) for getting back into my favorite workout schedule.
After a few CrossFit heavy weeks, and little running, it was brought to my attention, via heavy breathing, and deathly thoughts during my run, that I needed a better balance of CrossFit and running. Running a few miles a week wasn’t cutting it, as I quickly lost my mojo.
This week I vowed to make running a priority.
This on Monday. Gross. Gross. Gross. 10 deadlifts 1 burpee. 9 deadlifts 2 burpees and so on until you’re at 1 deadlift and 10 burpees. Vomit.
2 miles on Tuesday::::::: 1 warm-up mile, and 1 mile of HIIT. This run made me want to hurl myself off a treadmill. I have the worst ADD now when I’m on a treadmill. Not too many hunks at 6:30 am to keep me occupied during my runs.
This on Wednesday. It doesn’t look as bad on paper. 7 rounds, okay, I thought it’d suck but be doable. In reality, I wanted to rip my eyeballs out and throw them at my coach. This one sucked major butt. 2 rounds in and I thought for sure I would DNF (did not finish) the WOD. Hand-release push-ups are the easiest push-up of all. Weird, I know. It killed my quads, which I’m only saying because I tripped twice walking up the stairs to work after this one. I was also texting while walking, so it could have just been my lack of coordination.
2.5 miles on Thursday:::::: 1 mile warm-up, 1/2 mile regular paced run, and 1 mile of HIIT sprints. Again, no babes at the gym so I watched THIS music video for the entire 2.5 miles. On repeat. I came across it on YouTube Tuesday night, and spent Tuesday and Wednesday night listening to it on repeat. I watched it about 13 times yesterday at the gym (run + walk).
Today is my complete day of rest. I haven’t been feeling good this week. My stomach hurts all the time. Not like, “shit my pants” stomach pains, but just a nagging one that won’t go away. I was in no mood for pants, so I almost wore yoga pants on my date. I had them on and then at the last minute I put jeans back on and hated life. Who knew jeans would make me so mad. I once went on a date this past winter and the guy encouraged workout pants. That is my dream man (one that encourages life in workout clothes). I wore yoga pants on that previous date and that alone made it the best date ever. I need to add that to the list of rules for dating me.
How do you beat treadmill boredom?
What’s going on for you this weekend?
Tonight CrossFit Paul and I are heading to the movies to see the new Captain America movie. I’m just going so I can drool over Chris Evans. I am 100% serious. CrossFit baby shower for Lauren on Saturday, and hopefully some shopping for some spring clothes. Woo! Maxi dresses here I come (again, this means no pants!).