March is almost over and it’s officially Spring. If you’re from Cleveland or anywhere near it, then you know both of these things mean absolutely nothing! But I’m a die-hard CLE runner, and those arctic spring temps got nothin’ on me…and my many, many layers of insulated clothing.
This was one of those workouts where I left a little disappointed. We did power cleans, and I doubted my self and went light on the weight. After I completed the WOD and didn’t feel all that exerted, I promised myself I would not do that again. I was super pissed at the time, but Jeanne, another girl who works out at CTOWN, had this sage advice: “Well, now you know for next time.” And yeah, she was right! What’s up, silver lining?
I finally got out for a trail run. Sure, it was about 42 degrees, but who cares! Well, actually, my face kind of cared, but it was still so much fun to be running through the mud, along the bank of the river, and under the canopy of budding trees. I did an easy 3 miles savoring every second of the scenery I missed so much these past few months.
Deadlift day! I was so happy to be doing my favorite CrossFit move. Bonus points: not only did I PR my max deadlift weight at 140 lbs., I also RX’d the second half of the workout. It was a banner day!
Thursday: Rest day.
OH, FOR THE SWEET LOVE OF ALL THAT IS HOLY! This was perhaps the most sore I’ve ever been after a workout. I made fast friends with a lacrosse ball and my new foam roller. Ugh!
Still a little sore from Wednesday’s deadlift mania, I was sort of looking forward to Friday’s workout…that is, until I walked in and was greeted by a host of people who had just finished the WOD and looked like they had been to hell and back. “You should just go,” said Andrew, who is one of the strongest dudes who works out at my gym. “Oh my God, it’s so hard! Just make sure to pace yourself,” he said, practically shaking me. I swallowed hard, and a cartoonish “Gulp” escaped my lips. Andrew was. not. kidding. This was by far the most challenging workout I have ever done at CrossFit. After every single one of us finished, we collapsed onto the ground. It was fast, it was intense, and there was no escaping it. Social media was alight with everyone commenting on how hard it was. The quote of the night: “I still don’t know what happened. “ Yup, that says it all.
I put in an hour on the trainer, hoping that it would be one of the last of the season. I threw in some sprints during the commercial breaks of Property Brothers (as well as 10-second sprints whenever the brothers fake teased each other – oh, those wacky Canadians!). Afterwards, I did some hip flexibility and mobility exercises followed by some band work to help strengthen my ankles.
The original plan was to do 4 miles outside since it was supposed to be “warmer” at 45 degrees, but I had a lot of work to do earlier in the day and it took longer than I had anticipated. By the time I got on the treadmill at 8:00, I had just enough time to crank out a fast 3 miles including some fartleks. I will definitely be increasing my mileage next week, and I am hoping to start hitting the trails consistently. Huzzah for “Spring!”