I’m baaaaaaack! This is my first training log since the summer, and for that, I greatly apologize. Long story short: life happened. You know how it is. But I’m happy to say that I’m finally healthy, and I’ve returned to my regular training routine. Huzzah! To no one’s surprise, I’ve still been focusing a lot of my attention on CrossFit and Olympic lifting. Still, I’ve managed to make it out to the trails for my all-time favorite season of running. Here’s how my first full week back at it broke down.
Bench press. Ok, so it’s not my favorite, but I’m working on it. Though I didn’t PR, I was proud of myself for hitting my old one. I haven’t done it in so long, and I was coming back from three weeks off of all physical activity, so I wasn’t feeling too shabby. After benching we had a MetCon involving rowing, box jumps, and wall balls. Again, not my favorite movements, but it did feel good to be moving, albeit at a slow pace.
This was only the second run I’ve done in months. Yes. Months. After recovering from a spine/leg issue I’ve been dealing with (which is now thankfully diagnosed and remedied), as well as the upper respiratory infection that plagued me for the past few weeks (I told you it was a long story), I was excited to hit the trails and take in the fresh fall air. I had planned on running a slow two miles, but that quickly turned into a negative split. I was just so excited to be running again, I couldn’t contain my excitement…or my legs!
Whenever there is running in WOD, people usually roll their eyes. Then there’s me, who dances in places, smiling ear-to-ear, practically applauding the coach as he explains what we will be doing. This was the exact situation on Wednesday. The workout included running four 400s. After each, a series of barbell work, double-unders, and kettlebell swings commenced. As out of shape as I currently am, I was pretty satisfied with my time (31:15), even if I did feel like I wanted to pass out or puke or a little of both.
Working out three days in a row for the first time in weeks had taken its toll on me. I don’t think I have ever enjoyed a rest day more so than I did this one. It was glorious.
We’ve all experienced good workout days and bad workout days. Not only was this one of my bad days, it was perhaps the most catastrophic days I’ve ever had in CrossFit. It was as if I had completely forgotten how to snatch and power clean. I couldn’t get out of my own head. Not even my coach could rip me free from my self-doubt and bad form. I left the gym feeling frustrated, as if I had wasted my time, even though I PR’d my snatch by 5 pounds. In retrospect, I actually learned a couple of things, but it’s hard to see the lesson when you’re in the thick of it.
Determined to erase the stench of the previous night’s workout disaster, I woke up early and headed out to the trails for a crisp sunrise run. It was just what the doctor ordered. Three miles later, I felt cleansed of all of my bad mojo and ready to tackle my weekend.
Sunday: Active Recovery
I’ll be starting a new 5×5 strength program on Monday, so I decided to work on some mobility and take it easy as I get geared up for a the week ahead.