May 2015


I had a relaxing day yesterday after my interval training. I met Kim for lunch and we worked on learning to crochet. The entire trick is keeping the tension steady on the yarn. It was odd to have our roles reversed, but I can RX crochet. Now, if I could just RX anything else.

I have really been doing my mobilization daily and I’ve been drinking more water each day. These two things are helping with my equilibrium. I’m sure they are better for me than not doing them. I’m also sure that as soon as I take away my bribe or payoff, I will quit again. Why is it so hard to do what we know is good for us? Especially when it isn’t even difficult.

I’ve also been eating too much. I know better. My weight has inched (pun intended) back up and I’m feeling fat and bloated. I haven’t been eating anything really bad, but I have been eating more less than great food. Pasta salad is delicious and not evil, but it isn’t the healthiest choice I could make. I have eaten pounds of cherries so far this season and a whole watermelon – over the course of just a few days. Too much of even a good thing is a bad thing.

I looked at the WOD last night and it wasn’t there. I looked over and over and finally gave up and shut the computer down for the night. I didn’t have to obsess over the work since I had no idea what it was.

Kat wasn’t there today so it was just me and Betsy. She did the WOD with me so I didn’t have to be there alone. I was talking to her about my interval training and the pathetic showing my heart makes. We watched my too high resting heart rate and I walked across the gym and back and had an even higher heart rate even though it was not exertion, per se.

We began our warm-up with a row and then did some other things to get ready for squats.

Today’s WOD as written:
Week 8/8

Warm up your entire body thoroughly
percentages based off 90% of your 1RM
(always choose a lighter weight when unsure)
rest 3-5 minutes between sets
DELOAD WEEK – Do not do more than 5 reps on the last set
Squat –
5 @ 40%
5 @ 50%
5 @ 60%
Post entire workout!
then
Parking Lot Shuttle Runs
Five rounds
Every two minutes
then
Tabata Abs
remember your movement and let it whip

I did the math for the back squats and my numbers were 42, 52, and 62# and I did five of each. Chip came in with Ella while we were doing these. Ella is about 3 or 4 months old and Chip is her dad. Cindy watches Ella while her parents work and the drop off site is the box. He was early today. He noticed I’m looking down instead of keeping my head neutral during my squats and that it collapses me forward. I will work on it.

I had no idea what that second part of this was because it looked to me like I was running for ten minutes. I do not run for ten minutes. Ever. I can’t live through that. I can walk for ten minutes without a problem. But this was a parking lot sprint every two minutes with a rest in between. Interval training. A parking lot sprint – stopping before you get run over by cars – is about 75 meters. If you go to the sign, it’s 100 meters but then you might get run over which is really going to mess with your time.

I decided I could do this as written. My runs were 24, 23, 23, 23, and 22 seconds each. My heart rate was ridiculous. It was 145, 157, 134, 159, and 158 at the end of each run. I obviously wasn’t a ball of fire on the run and my heart rate went high and stayed high for the better part of a minute. I could even sit and box breathe and it still took really long to come down. I have no idea what that 134 was doing in there.

We then did a Tabata with sit-ups and I got 8 for all eight rounds. Then it was time to go home.

I guess I RXd today. I did it exactly as written. Ha.

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On Tuesday evening I went back to Yoga Loft and did another Restorative Yoga class. It was quite different than the first one, which was as advertised. Last week, the instructor said each time was different.  We ended with this quarter-moon, banana type pose which is probably something that would benefit my disparate height. I’m shorter on one side than the other and this pose to the left was very different than when done toward the right. I suppose that means something.

I came home from class and peeked at the WOD for Wednesday. It was another hero WOD. I’m beaten. I’m crushed. I’m sore and tired and cranky. I posted something on Facebook and Kat said she was not going to be able to make it to class. The more I thought about it, the more I disliked putting myself through another hero WOD.

I looked back. The last seven WODs have all been – at least for me – well over 15 minutes of work. There have been no sweet little seven minute AMRAP things. Just laundry lists of slugging through and proving I have the stamina of Hercules and the brains of Tweedledum. I have proven that to myself and anyone else looking. I was simply too beat up to go. It is all scalable. I am not supposed to cherry pick. They are not supposed to kill me. I stayed home.

I worked on some mobilization and did absolutely nothing else. I rationalized my lapse in many ways. On Tuesday, we had gone to Fort Moultrie and walked around the historic national park for an hour and a half. It was beautiful and interesting and the ocean, as always, was both calming and invigorating.

I needed the rest and recovery. I was a mess after just 100 push-ups and so adding the pull-ups and squats made me even more of a mess. I can walk forever so that part didn’t really do anything other than eat up time. But I had already had 46 minutes of working out for the week which was enough for two days.

And I simply didn’t want to go and do another hero WOD. And I didn’t want to do another long WOD. And I stayed home and sat around and felt guilty, but not enough to go to either open gym or the noon class.

Last night was a wine tasting and it was really nice. I got to see some old friends and meet new people. I also got to catch up on some gossip, the total reason for any social occasion. I ate too much but only had one glass of pretty good wine. It was called Casanova. How romantic.

Then I had to do interval training today. I hate to run. I can’t do it well and nothing I try seems to improve the overall suckiness of the event. My heart rate is too high consistently. No matter how slowly I walk during my rest phase, my heart rate doesn’t come back down. I box breathe. I have to remember to walk even slower than a normal pace. My heart rate remains high.

After the first 30 second run my heart rate was 117 and it never got below 100 again. By the end of the third run it was over 130 and after the fourth run was never lower than 130 again. That’s two minutes of running with six minutes of not running and my heart rate was still way too high. By the seventh run, it was over 150 by the end and was still climbing for about ten seconds after I stopped running. It would take between 40 and 50 seconds just to get back down to where it was when I finished my run.

I got back to the house and sat for about four minutes and my heart rate was finally under 100 again. I am at a loss of what to do to get this one muscle to work better, more efficiently, and without slowing me down so much.

As I was running, which was really jogging, I kept thinking of the slogan: It’s not your legs that are tired, it’s your head. Keep moving. My legs were never tired. My head wasn’t tired. My heart was trying to kill me. If I ran until my legs were tired, I would fall over dead or with a heart attack or maybe just passed out.

They keep saying you will pass out before you die, but I’m not sure which order will happen when the “athlete” and I use that term loosely, is my age. Although, at my advanced age, I have far more collateral circulation and should I have a heart attack, I have a much greater likelihood of surviving it. But I’m pretty sure it would really interfere with my training, so I try not to go there.

Someday, I may get a heart rate compatible with exercise. I’m getting close to three years into CrossFit and I haven’t gotten there yet. I wonder if I can be the crappiest CrossFitter for the longest time ever. It might be a goal I can reach.

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I have not yet attained the level of fitness I would desire. I want to have a stronger heart which allows me to meet more of my goals. I also would like stronger biceps and quads, but I think the most important muscle to improve is my heart. I’m working on it. Apparently not hard enough.

I went to a flow yoga class on Saturday morning. I knew it would be much different from Tuesday’s experience. It was. I was melting about halfway through and was so grateful when we got to the cool down part. My balance is remarkably better than when I began doing CrossFit. I couldn’t hold some of the more difficult poses. Maybe someday. Not today. I need to practice this set of skills as well.

Sunday, I walked a 5K which is to say I walked instead of drove up to the grocery store. The dumbest part of my walk was not starting earlier and thereby spending most of my walk home in direct sunlight unlike my walk to the store in blissful shade. There is simply no accounting for rampant stupidity. I was awake, I just wanted to have coffee first. So I walked in the hot sun.

Today is Memorial Day. A day to honor those who died to protect freedom and to live under the red, white, and blue Star Spangled Banner rather than the British, German, Japanese, Russian, or Mexican flags. I am grateful for their sacrifice to provide me with choices beyond dreams.

CrossFit honors heroes by creating Hero WODs in their names. It is traditional here to do Murphy on this day. It is what we did today.

Today’s WOD as written:
“Murph”
For time:
1 mile Run
100 Pull-ups
200 Push-ups
300 Squats
1 mile Run

In memory of Navy Lieutenant Michael Murphy, 29, of Patchogue, N.Y., who was killed in Afghanistan June 28th, 2005.

This workout was one of Mike’s favorites and he’d named it “Body Armor”. From here on it will be referred to as “Murph” in honor of the focused warrior and great American who wanted nothing more in life than to serve this great country and the beautiful people who make it what it is.

Partition the pull-ups, push-ups, and squats as needed. Start and finish with a mile run. If you’ve got a twenty pound vest or body armor, wear it.

I am not a hero. I did a half Murph and split it into ten rounds. I did 5 jumping pull-ups, 10 inclined push-ups, and 15 squats. I walked the half mile before and after. It took me 46.07 which is longer than last year’s time, but I did ring rows and wormy push-ups last year.

It was inspiring to watch people who came together today to work as a group to honor not just Michael Murphy but all of our fallen military heroes. The ability to work in unison, to support each other, to help encourage each other, these are things the military teaches. I was happy to be a part of this event.

My wish is to live in such a way that those who died to make sure I was given this remarkable freedom can know they did not die in vain.

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I belong to the cult of perfection. I want to be perfect. Always. I hate any shortcomings in any of my pursuits. I compare myself to Photoshopped models and elite athletes. I don’t measure up. I compare myself to experts in many fields and find myself lacking. It’s enough to make one just give up. And that is the horror of the cult of perfection that I’ve been dealing with for many years now.

I wasn’t perfect even before I began CrossFit but it wasn’t rubbed in my face so often. I could sit in my comfort zone and know that I was “good enough” perhaps. At least my mistakes weren’t put on display for all to see. I was privately losing.

What I was losing at the most was – life. I was afraid to try because I would certainly fail. There is no other way to begin but by failing.

Anyone who has ever watched a baby learn to walk knows that it is all just one failure after another. The baby teeters after letting go of some support until PLOP, right on his diapered butt. But he doesn’t quit. He pulls himself up and balances and lets go and PLOP. Over and over until he sways there next to coffee table. Then, tentatively, one leg comes off the ground and PLOP. Damn. Not this again.

Eventually the baby learns to stand, balance on one foot, move the other foot forward and repeat. And that is how to learn to walk. Failure after failure. After failure. Again and again. Failure. But humans are resilient creatures and the baby doesn’t quit. Walking is so important that plopping on one’s butt uncounted times is worth it. When do we lose that?

When do we learn that perfection at the outset is what is needed? What sort of madness is this? Who is perfect ever? Especially at the beginning of a new adventure. Every two year old knows she can dance around the younger kid just learning to walk. Why does that two year old believe that every other venture in life doesn’t demand the same perseverance and determination in order to succeed? And that – get this – even when successful, you will fail.

Part of humanity is imperfection. No one is perfect. Repeat after me. No. One. Is. Perfect. There is no such thing as perfection. It is an ideal or a goal, but an unattainable one. Leonardo da Vinci couldn’t stop painting the Mona Lisa because it was not yet perfect. Have you ever looked at the picture and thought to yourself how far he missed the mark? Or do you appreciate the beauty we mere observers find?

There is no such thing as perfection. What we need to teach our children, and perhaps learn ourselves in the process, is that we want to be good enough. Do what you can and rejoice in the effort. Learn from mistakes but don’t stop making them. When you no longer are making any mistakes, you aren’t making anything else, either.

Stumble along in your life, sampling all there is to be had, making mistakes along the way and becoming imperfect in all aspects of your life. Correct what you can. Learn from the past. But don’t put the ridiculous pressure of perfection on yourself or anyone else. It isn’t there. Perfect is godliness and we are just simple humans.

The ideal is out there and you work toward it as best you can. You learned to walk and that was no easy feat. Don’t be beaten back, afraid to try anything else. Take a chance. Step outside your comfort zone.

Someday, I’m going to learn to float the bar and fall under it in a perfect clean. Then on the next rep, I’m not going to hit it. That’s the way it works. Even if I get to a place where each pull is done correctly, I will get lazy and fall out of the sanctioned pull. Or there could be more weight on the bar. Or any other number of variables that will make transitory perfection less perfect. And I will have to be human and strive to improve. And know that I have.

Perfection is a glimpse of what might be. It isn’t a beginning. It isn’t long-term. It isn’t part of the human condition. But bravery is. We all learned to walk.

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I did my interval training yesterday which turned out pitiful. I managed my 30 second run; 90 second recovery walk for ten rounds. Even my resting heart rate is too high. By the seventh round, I could not get my heart rate below 130 to even start the 30 second run and I was walking as slowly as I could and box breathing and doing all I know to get my heart rate down, even throwing in a little Valsalva. The highest it went was 148 which wasn’t too bad. I don’t know what to do except to keep working and hoping things improve magically at some distant future.

I had a massage yesterday and it was wonderful. My deltoids were still cranky afterwards, probably from all the waiter carries which are not the way waiters carry anything. But my neck and shoulders felt much better. I did my mobilization before I could have my afternoon coffee and worked some more on the deltoids. When I saw today’s WOD, I was glad I did.

I finally got tired of being hot and turned the air on and it hasn’t been much different during the day because Command Central is under a ceiling fan. Sleeping has been much better the last couple nights. I awoke refreshed.

I got to the box and it was Kat and me with Betsy coaching. Even she didn’t know what in the hell Ryan had written. I think he went to CrossFit dictionary and just picked out random words to put together. Betsy checked with Kim and had a clarification. I would like to state that I’m tired of these longer WODs and would like at least once a week to have a cute little sprint WOD. I miss those. I’m tired of killing myself.

We warmed up and my heart rate got to 160 during the warm-up. This is just pitiful. Craig sent me a link about endurance stuff. I should be holding a heart rate of around 130 until the very end of a 5K and then sprint in. I can’t even get a quarter of a mile. I’m trying to stay positive and remember all the things I can do, but I’m so tired of having to stop and get my heart rate back down and not die that I’m sometimes tempted to see exactly how high I can go. But … coaches might get cranky.

Today’s WOD as written:
Last loading week of the second cycle. Time to work for the reps. Do NOT add more weight than prescribed. The goal is to make slow incremental progress to build strength.

Warm up your entire body thoroughly
percentages based off 90% of your 1RM
(always choose a lighter weight when unsure)
rest 3-5 minutes between sets
perform as many reps as possible on the last (+ set)
Squats –
5 @ 75%
3 @ 85%
1+ @ 95%
Post entire workout – 5 @ 75# / 3 @ 85# / 4 @ 95#
then
4 rounds for time:
1 burpee parallette jump over wall ball w/ slam ball (40/25)
15 overhead squats (95/65)
1 burpee parallette jump over wall ball w/ slam ball (40/25)
15 abdominal movement (your Tabata movement)
1 burpee parallette jump over wall ball w/ slam ball (40/25)
15 power cleans (95/65)

I had done all the math last night. According to Betsy, this was to be without adding the ten pounds before taking the 90% and then the other percentages. I did have both numbers on my card because I was planning on working in between them. But I got to use the lower numbers. My weights were 70, 80, and 90 pounds and I got them 5, 3, and managed 3 but was too shaky coming up to try for a fourth at 90.

Then the RFT shit. That crap is – do a burpee and on the jump, jump over a parallette then pick up a slam ball and do a wall ball move with it. You do not have to catch it on the way down.

Nope.

I did a walk in and out burpee, jumped over a dumbbell, did a wall ball with a 14# ball. I was going to weenie out and do a 10# and I had it there, too. But I used the damn 14# one for the whole thing. My one rep max on a overhead squat is 27# so I stuck with the empty 22# bar and then used the same one for the cleans. My ab work was just sit-ups. I elected to do only 3 rounds because I could.

My heart rate was already mid 130s when we started. I tried to do one burpee/wall ball thing and then do the overhead squats but that was dumb. I had to stop after 8 and rest and then do the other seven. I had to get my heart rate down since it was over 170. I then did the burpee thing and the sit-ups and the burpee thing and then rested. I could do the 15 power cleans without stopping, but my heart rate was 170.

I got my heart rate down to just 160 and did the burpee thing then rested to get it down to 145 and managed all 15 overhead squats without stopping but I can’t say I liked it at all. Then rest to get heart rate down to 160, burpee, sit-ups, burpee, rest. Then the power cleans. Repeat for the last round. I finished in 17.18.

I took longer to do three rounds than Kat took to do four. My highest heart rate was 178 which was after doing 15 overhead squats. I don’t understand why this is such an issue. Certainly, I’m not really THAT old. Yet.

Cindy was there for open gym and she and I were talking about yoga. She noticed I did a class on Tuesday and she wanted to know if I was coming in tomorrow for the 8.30 AM yoga class. I guess I am. This is a flow class and I’m going to really suck at it. One would think I would be used to that by now.

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I checked out local yoga stuff and found a place with restorative yoga that fit with my schedule. The class was last night at 7.15. I wasn’t sure what to expect or what to do or even what I was doing, but I was perfectly perfect in my execution. My mind is usually a jumble of thoughts and it was not last night. It was the quietest I have ever been without being asleep. Totally amazing.

The WOD was not posted when I got home even though it was after 8 PM by a long shot. It didn’t get posted until closer to 10 PM and then when I looked at, I was all bummed out. I hate partner WODs. I am competitive and I know whoever is partnered with me is going to be slowed down by me and I always feel like an anchor around their neck. But once again, I misunderstood stuff.

It was just Kat and me today. We warmed up and got ready. But this coworker WOD meant that we went one at a time, but our scores were our own and so my horrible time didn’t affect Kat’s score. I was much happier with that. But, we each had to do the thing twice. I was less happy.

Today’s WOD as written:
Week 7/8

Co-Worker WOD
Find a co-worker to assist you with equipment set-up, control & your own personal motivation. Complete 2 rounds of the following:
Barbell (45/35) – (2x) carry it sideways w/ a combination grip on your left side down / right side back by switching grip
Jumping squats (45/35) – 10 reps
Waiter walk w/plate (45/25) right arm down and back (1 Burpee for every break of full extension)
Place plate on the bar
Waiter walk w/plate (45/25) left arm down and back (1 Burpee for every break of full extension)
Place plate on the bar
Slam ball (40/25) – (2x) right shoulder down and left shoulder back (1 Burpee penalty for form break)
5 clean & jerks (135/95)
Med ball (20/14) – 200m run (any carry)
Parking lot shuttle run

Help your co-worker break down the bar and then co-worker 2 goes.

I had no idea what that slam ball thing was, but it was simply a carry perched snugly on one’s shoulder. The part I didn’t realize was this was all done in the parking lot with the space measured off. I thought we were going the distance of the mat and back, but that wasn’t the plan. We were outside in the blazing sun.

First problem, my cataract is bad enough that in the direct sunlight, I can’t see out of my right eye. First solution, get my hat out of the car and wear the baseball cap to have a visor against the sun. It works; it’s hot.

Second problem, I easily sunburn. I did not have sunscreen because I thought I was indoors like every other time I go to the box. I stayed under roof while Kat was working, but this took me forever and so I was out in the direct sunlight sans sunscreen for too long and may be a little pink now. I don’t think it was long enough to actually be red.

My modifications: I used the regulation 35# bar although ours are kilos and so 33#. I used the bar for the squats, but didn’t jump. I used a 10# plate for the waiter carry. I used the 25# slam ball. I then had a 53# bar for my clean and jerks and this was more than I usually do, but I figured I could try it. I used a 10# med ball and only did 100 meters. The space was measured out to 50 meters out, so each round trip was 100 meters, but even so, I just went to the end of the sidewalk for all buy my “run” – about eight to ten feet less.

Kat went first and did a great job. It was educational watching her.

I got the barbell carries completed but then my heart rate was 167. I did some box breathing and then managed the squats. Then my heart rate was up again and so I sat and sweated and watched my skin glisten in the bright sun while I tried to get my heart rate down. I managed the carry with one arm, had to rest, did the carry with the other arm. (The entire time I was walking with my army fully extended, I was thinking that waiters did not carry trays like this. I’m too literal.) I rested and then did the slam ball thing and then went with this heavy clean and jerk. I managed it. It was a one rep max and I did three before I had to stop. They felt solid but I was at 175 and had to get my heart rate down. I did and then got two more. I carried the med ball and then actually ran. My time was 12.43 which was about twice what Gabe did this morning.

Kat went for her second round. I was offered a chance to only do one round, but that’s not really what I was hoping for. If I did a half round, I would be at 75% of the WOD as written (with my weight differences and other scaling already thrown in). I figured I could do that. And I did.

I did the carry and squats and then had to rest. I did the right and then left arm on the waiter carry but noticed on the first round that the slam ball carry was the easiest thing on this whole list, so I just went ahead and did it. Then I did three clean and jerks and they were not as pretty as the first time. Buy I got them. I walked the med ball out, dropped it and ran back in. My time for half was 6.39.

I really should have put the top up on the car to get home, but I was too lazy and I love the feel of the wind, especially when I am so overheated. I hope I’m not burnt.

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We had a wonderful weekend and I got to go to my first ballet recital ever. Francesca was wonderful, of course, and the entire program was darling. There is simply nothing better than a bunch of young ladies striving for athleticism and beauty. They were awesome.

We went out to eat after the performance and I got to talk to Craig about my whole heart rate situation. He suggested interval training and I will do it, but I don’t have much hope for liking it. I hate to run even if it is just for 30 seconds at a time. I also have to get some sort of timer on my phone that will beep at me for the intervals and since they aren’t all the same amount of time, this is going to be a trick. I know there has to be something out there.

He also suggested I do some yoga. Something gentle to help with concentration and relaxation as well as controlled breathing patterns. I’ve looked into that. There is a relatively local place I can try.

I looked at the WOD last night and just sighed. It’s all too much. It’s all scalable and I always manage. But it is too much. It is all way too much.

I thought I was going to be all alone today because I beat Kat there, but she was just later than me. We warmed up and were declared ready to work.

Today’s WOD as written:
Week 7/8

Last loading week of the second cycle. Time to work for the reps. Do NOT add more weight than prescribed. The goal is to make slow incremental progress to build strength.
Warm up your entire body thoroughly
percentages based off 90% of your 1RM
(always choose a lighter weight when unsure)
rest 3-5 minutes between sets
perform as many reps as possible on the last (+ set)
Press –
5 @ 75%
3 @ 85%
1+ @ 95%
Post entire workout – 5 @ 75# / 3 @ 85# / 4 @ 95#
then
for time:
21 Hang Power Cleans (135/95)
21 Pull-ups
21 Calorie Row
15 Hang Power Snatches
15 Pull-ups
21 Calorie Row
9 Thrusters
9 Pull-ups
21 Calorie Row

So there I was with the calculator again, trying to figure out what weights I was supposed to be working with today. I did 5 at 37#, 3 at 42# and 2 at 47# and thought I might get the third one but some heavy hand came and laid it atop my bar and it wouldn’t go up again. Kat had the same problem on her third heavy lift.

I added everything up because apparently the 45 reps of a 21-15-9 weren’t enough, we had to add the damn calorie row. That was 153 reps. Too much for this old fart. First thing I did with this hot mess was go 18-12-6 just like a master’s WOD. My rep scheme was 82% of the young people’s WOD and that was more than enough for me.

My second problem was the weight. I can’t do 95# for any of those things. But I can do more weight on my cleans and thrusters than on my snatches. My one rep max on a snatch was 27#. Kim said to use two different bars and just do a 33# for the cleans and thrusters (just like in the Open thrusters) and use a 22# for the snatches. I did.

Quite frankly, if I was braver, what I would have done was lower the rep scheme even farther and used heavier weights. I could have managed 42# on the cleans and thrusters. I might have been able to do a 33# bar for the snatch. I would have at least tried. But I’m always so damn slow anyway that loading the bar heavier just makes me worse.

I had two bands available for the pull-ups, but started with just one and used the second when I got cranky.

I managed all 18 cleans without stopping because the bar was so light and I began with a lower heart rate. But even so, I was at 132 before I started. This is absurd. I was at 172 when I finished so it took a while to get my heart rate down enough to do pull-ups. I used the one band and got about half way. I used the one band again and only got a few more. I rested more and used both bands and finished.

Then the slogging through a row. I am not efficient on this in any way, shape, or form. It takes me 3-4 pulls per calorie and even with that, my heart rate was 172 when I finished so I had to sit and box breathe and work on getting my heart rate down enough to try some snatches. I was hoping for three sets of 4 but I managed to get 7 done before I had to stop. This is why I think I could have managed 33# but then I would have gotten the four and had to stop twice and taken even longer – unless I dropped the reps even more. But I got the other five and finished that part.

My pull-ups were with both bands. I got 9 and simply couldn’t finish out the last three. But I only paused to regroup and reset my hands and then finished them. Then back to slogging out the calorie row.

Kat was finished with the whole thing when I was finishing my second rowing crap. My heart rate was way too high and I wanted to get the thrusters done without having to stop. So I waited and did box breathing and waited and breathed some more and got a heart rate down to 150 finally. I got all six thrusters but then my heart rate was 176.

So I had to wait and wait and box breathe and wait and finally got a heart rate where I thought I could manage six pull-ups. I did. Then I had to row some more and I finally finished in 18.23.

One of these days, I’m going to watch how long I spend resting and figure out how much I’m actually working instead of how much I’m just tachycardic.

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