I obsess about workouts. I know I am old and feeble and I will be the last one done and have the worst rep count and generally just suck. I hate looking old and feeble and most of, foolish. I hate that I’m not able to do what my brain says I can but my body refuses to do. I hate the whole idea of old and feeble. So I obsess about the workouts and wonder how I can manage to look less old, less feeble, and most of all less foolish.

As soon as the WODs are posted, I look and groan and moan and think I can’t do that shit and it’s too hard and how in the hell is someone as old and feeble as me to cope with this shit. I think that every single time. And then I suck it up and go to the box and manage something. Never as written, but one of the tenets of CrossFit is that it is all scalable. So I scale.

When I first started, they really didn’t know what to do with me and I didn’t know what to do with me either. We always dropped the weights and amended moves as needed. But no one seemed to consider dropping the reps. I was a member there for two years before I participated in the Masters Games and learned you could cut the reps back. And I began doing so and eased much of my angst.

But still, each day at 8 PM I look for the WOD and then moan groan. And then I’m up part of the night trying to strategize and worry and fret. So last night, I didn’t look. I was still up three times during the night, but I fell back to sleep quickly. I looked this morning and moaned and groaned, but then I figured out a scaling option and off I went to the box.

It was Leslie and me with Betsy coaching and working out with us. Kim was there with Nicki in a private session. Girl time at the box.

We warmed up and Betsy tried to kill me with just the warm-up. I was okay until the burpees crept in and then I wasn’t okay. My heart rate was already over the limit and I wasn’t even supposed to be fully warm yet. This always happens and it is disgusting. See every other post I’ve ever written about CrossFit.

Today’s WOD as written:
WOD #1
1 RFT:

500 m row
25 thrusters (65/45)
15 pull ups
Rest 5 minutes
Deadlifts (225/155)
Box jumps (24/20)

Betsy and I discussed the WOD and she wanted to know if I had a plan and I said I would listen to her plan and then tell her what I planned to do. She laughed but told me the row as written, some sort of push press and then pull-ups. I don’t remember her rep scheme but it was much lower than what I had picked.

She had no idea on the second WOD since that is the rep scheme I usually choose as they do the normal 21-15-9 thing. I had a plan for that to.

What I did was a 400 meter row so I finished about the same time they did. Then I did 20 thrusters and since that is a low weight, I used a 22# bar, and then I did 12 pull-ups using a 2” band.

Then I rested the five minutes and did 15-9-3 with 73# deadlifts, step ups to a 20” box, and HSPU from the box using one mat.

I rowed and rowed and had a heart rate over 165 by the end. I was still the last to finish, but not by a whole lot. Then I had to rest. I was hoping that the weight was low enough that I could just do 10 and 10 on the thrusters but my heart rate wasn’t cooperating and after 8 I had to stop and my heart rate was 174. No wonder I wasn’t feeling so good. It took forever to get back down and then I did 7 more and rested and finished with just five more. Then I had to get my heart rate down enough to even start pull-ups and managed those 6 and 6. It took me 8.51 and most of that was the damn thrusters killing me.

I managed to RX the five minute rest. But since both Betsy and Leslie were far ahead of me, they were working and I was sitting and sitting and sitting. Kim came over to make sure I was okay and I said I was still on my five minute rest and she had forgotten about that part. But it was nice to see that someone was looking out for me.

My heart rate was all the way down to 134 to start the next part and I was hoping to be able to get all the deadlifts done at once. But … I couldn’t and had to stop after 12. So I got my heart rate down and finished them and started the step-ups, but I was stepping into one of the depressions where the cement under the mats is broken. I managed a few but my heart rate was high anyway so I stopped. When I restarted, I stepped from the other side of the box. I finished them and rested and did the HSPU in 8 and 7.

First round done and I was at the time that most people had finished the whole damn thing during the 5 AM class. I got my heart rate down and did the deadlifts. Then I rested and got my heart rate down and did the step-ups. Then I rested and did the HSPU and had to struggle on the last two but I was damned if I was stopping.

I then just had three of each move. I got my heart rate under 150 and did them all without stopping because I had the rest of the day to recover. I finished in 24.56 (I think or maybe 24.46 but I don’t know for sure).

Like always, I did it. Not well. Not like the kids or even the young adults. But I did it. Scaled and cut back and possible. I worked my ass off. I got it done. It was ugly, but I did it.



I met Cindy for the yoga class at CrossFit Summerville on Saturday morning. I’m the klutz in the class and can’t manage most of the work. It is amazing to me to watch other people manage to twist themselves up like that. I used both a block and a PVC pipe for balance on some pose that has a name, but I have no idea what it is. I just know I was trying to fall over even with extra support.

The most important thing I learned came at the end of class. Karen had put lavender scented wet washcloths in the refrigerator and passed them out at the end of class so we could cool down. It was heavenly.

We went to a party on Saturday afternoon and I ate way too much great food that might not be considered healthy. We had five different desserts to pick from and I picked all. That’s just the way I roll and now rolling is appropriate since I’m rounder. Again.

Yesterday we went coffee mug shopping. I need something to keep my coffee warm while I drink slowly. Both of our thermal cups were falling apart. We looked and found what we thought would work. It does if I just cut off my nose or smash it into the top of the cup. Neither of these are as pleasant as they sound.

This week at the box is retest week to see how much we have progressed in eight weeks of doing Wendler. I assumed I would progress zero because I’m so old that eight weeks is something like one-quarter of one percent of my lifetime and that is just a blink of an eye.

We had a visitor from Texas today. Kat was still out. Betsy was coaching. And then there was me. Pitiful me. Betsy was going to start with a run and then realized that I wasn’t up to showing the visitor where a real turn around place was because I cheat and don’t go that far. We rowed.

We did a bunch of other stuff and then were declared warm enough to get on with our day.

Today’s WOD as written:
Baseline Testing Week

Determine a 1RM Press – maintain proper, strict form.

Determine a ME Ring Dips – proper strict form. Carefully note any scaling for comparison.

Determine a ME Pull Ups – hollow body & strict form. note scaling for comparison.

Determine a ME Tabata Air Squat – record the lowest number of reps in any of the rounds and total reps.

Post your scores and any PR’s with a previous record for comparison.

I looked back and actually read what I had written for the first week. I was disgusted at the time and just wrote it in a word document and didn’t post stuff online because I was considering just quitting the whole thing, taking my marbles, and going home. I’m so sick of being weenie. I still am, but I’m not quite ready to quit yet.

But when I read the original thing I typed up, I found that I did not get a 54# strict press. I tried twice and failed. My one rep max for this was 52# and I figured all my numbers on 54#, not that it really matters. But today, I again tried at 54# – twice – and failed twice. I got the 52# up but that was it.

I had to go back and really read to see what that other stuff was. I did the ring dips with a blue band and got to 15. Today, I got to 10 and then 13 but couldn’t make my old number. Part of the reason was I was wearing a golf skirt and the damn skirt part kept catching on my thumb as I gripped the ring. A better outfit would have been good. Probably not enough to really matter.

Then the damn pull-ups. I used a green band. The first time I got 7. Today I got 9. We have been doing an awful lot of pull-ups. An awful lot.

The Tabata air squats were done last time with 8 each round and on the last round I did more for a total of 69. Today, I did 9 on each round for a total of 72 and I was making moaning noises like DeWayne as I finished. He had already come in for open gym and he approved.

The other thing I purchased while coffee mug shopping was a pack of white washcloths. I had a wet cloth (no lavender scent included) in a plastic bag and put it in the refrigerator before class began. At the end of class, it was nice and cold and I dabbed at my sweating face, my neck, cooled my arms and legs and generally enjoyed the bliss of coolness. Brilliant.


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:
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.


I’m not sure why, but I couldn’t sleep last night. I fell asleep without problem after reading for a short time. I woke up at 12.30 and had to get out of bed and make a trip to the bathroom. Then, I was wide awake. I stayed awake until 3. I usually am up by around 6-6.30 but I didn’t get up until almost 7 which wasn’t too bad.

Except … I usually have a cup of coffee while I wait for my alarm to go off and remind me to get ready. When I went at 6 AM, I got up and out the door without coffee but was home and had my coffee by 7.15 AM each day. I wasn’t sure that waiting until 9.15 for my first bit of coffee would be a good idea, but I didn’t have a whole lot of time. I am addicted to caffeine and I get sick without it.

I had my banana and Dick brewed a pot of coffee. Then I had my protein drink while I got dressed. I had 15 minutes so I poured myself a short cup of coffee which is really a whole cup of coffee or about 8 ounces. I got that down before I went to the box.

I was the only one there. Kat was a no show. She doesn’t usually look at the WOD the day before, so I don’t think it scared her away. It almost scared me away. I hated it when I read it last night. I had many options of course, because it is all scalable. But how hard do I want to work? That is really the question every time I show up.

I warmed up as proscribed. But since I had guzzled 10 ounces of protein drink and 8 ounces of coffee in less than 30 minutes, I was really worried that I might wet my pants today. And I usually drink coffee first and then protein and today it was opposite so I had residual coffee taste in my mouth. And I had a horrible workout to do. This was really messing with my newfound and imperfect positive outlook.

Today’s WOD as written:
For time:

25 pull ups
1 mile run
50 abmat sit ups
50 hand release push ups
rest 3 minutes
3 rope climbs
50 overhead walking lunges (25/10)
3 tire flips
75 air squats

WTF? Really? Yesterday, just for shits and giggles, I walked up to Harris Teeter first thing in the morning. I needed mushrooms and why not walk? It is a 5K round trip. I know how to walk. I don’t run. I actually can walk faster than I can run because I have to stop when my heart rate goes sky high. It is disheartening, as it were, but I have no idea what to do about it. My heart rate escalates quickly.

I could do all the other moves but if I put that run in there, all was lost. I didn’t want to waste the work of the WOD on simple walking. I can walk any time. What to do?

Kim said I could cut the whole thing in half and I could have. But I proposed just getting rid of the mile run completely and doing everything else with the reps as written and my modifications as needed. She countered with a parking lot walk instead of the mile.

I set up with both a green and red band for the pull-ups but used only the green. I got ten okay, then I only managed six. Rather than having to keep stopping, I added the handy red band and got nine, with the last one a struggle. But that was done.

Then I strolled the parking lot and managed to get my heart rate from 169 down to 151 while walking. I did the sit-ups. I had to pause and pant for just seconds twice and finished without any problems. Then the damn push-ups. I tried them from a raised bar and was having all sorts of problems. I put down two mats and did them has hand release push-ups, but didn’t have to get as low because the mats were there. I could manage four at a time.

I RXd the rest. The new sub offered for rope climbs was to hang on to the rope and do three knees to elbows and then lower to the ground for one rep. I managed two without stopping but then had to rest to get the third one. I hate rope climbs but at least I had my gloves – I checked twice this morning. My hands are sore enough with the gloves.

Then I did no weight overhead walking lunges ten at a time. My heart rate would go from 145 to 160 with each set. I would get it down and do the next set. I went and perched on the rim of the lightest tire and got my breath. Ryan was just pulling into the parking lot. He greeted me as he passed and I said, “Good morning, Marquis” and it took him a second to get the reference. Then he laughed. He was the person who wrote this sadistic piece of crap.

I got my three tire flips without a problem. Then it was 75 squats. Kim had been asking if I was doing the entire number and it was my goal so I kept saying yes. I did these in sets of 15 because then I could be done in five sets. But after the third set, I was sure I was going to puke. My legs were going to fall off. The room was hazy. I laid myself out on the floor and panted. I would have sold one of my children for someone to tell me to just stop at this point. Instead, I did three more sets of ten damn squats. I finished in 33.29 (I think, it might have been a different 20+ seconds).

I pushed myself really hard. I did the reps as written, except for that mile. My time was more than anyone else on the board, but not outrageously so. I did what I said I was going to do. It was horrible. I’m not sure what is going to hurt the most tomorrow. Perhaps my entire body. Maybe my hair won’t hurt. Maybe.


Life will sometimes get in my way. I can’t say I’m overly fond of it, but since my life is pretty low key, even when it goes wrong, it isn’t that bad. Case in point. I stopped knitting about a month ago and my arm is much improved. I have been doing some needlework called chicken scratch. It takes lots of white embroidery thread. I had three skeins of thread and I was up to using my last skein. It was then I noticed it was not embroidery thread but some weird thing called craft thread. I have no idea what I should use it for.

But I ran out at around 3 PM and a trip to Walmart at that time of day would put me in rush hour traffic on Dorchester. I opted to spend my evening doing something else. I actually tried knitting again last night, but only for a short period of time. I noticed no deleterious effects. I figured I could stop at Walmart on my home from the gym when it is not rush hour.

I looked at the WOD last night and then looked up my prior stuff with this workout. I was ready.

I got there today and Kat was missing. I don’t know what happened to her. But Jackson was there. He has some big test this afternoon and didn’t have to be at school until noon and so he worked out with me this morning. The oldest and youngest again.

We warmed up and got ready for the day. I was able to run today without any problem. There is still a mark on my foot from where I stepped on something, but it no longer hurts unless I step really funny. The run did not bother me.

Today’s WOD as written:
Week 5/8
Gymnastic Skill/Strength/Mobility Practice – spend 20 minutes working on your gymnastic movement chosen last week. Ask your coach for specific mobility exercises, skill practice movements, or strength movements to help you reach your goal.
Post work performed.
Pistol Squat
Rope Climb

Pull Up
Muscle Up
Handstand Walk
Box Jump

“Bear Complex”
– A Bear Complex is 7 times through this complex:
Clean + Front Squat + Push Press + Back Squat + Push Press
(The bar cannot be dropped during the entirety of the complex, or else it does not count.)
Warm up slowly and make at least 3 attempts!

I worked with pull-ups again. I started with just a green band (two inches) and warmed up with that. Then I used a blue and red combo and got a bunch, but I honestly don’t remember how many. Then I used just the blue band and squeaked out three. I worked with the blue band for the rest of the morning and got three a few more times, but couldn’t get past that without throwing too much kip movement in.

I looked up the last time we did the Bear. I wanted a 22, 32, and 42 set. I didn’t get it. I did get a 22, 27, and 33# set completed. The last time was in early December. I’ve gotten a little better. Maybe.

I started with the 33# bar and did a full bear. The hard part is slowing down from the very beginning. If I push through early, I get my heart rate too high and I can’t finish. Staying slow and steady makes it possible for me to do more work. I did realize about half way through that I could not only rest the bar on my back, but on my thighs before I did the clean.

I wanted to get to that 42# bar because it seemed like a good goal. I just wanted to try it. I had no illusions of actual success of making a full bear.

After the second round, if it was difficult, we were to stick at the same weight. I didn’t want to. I wanted that 42# bar even if it was just a little bit. I wanted to try.

My second round was with 38# and my problem wasn’t my heart rate as much as it was getting really, really dizzy. I stopped after five complexes and my heart rate was only 166. It had been 171 at the end of the first full bear. I could have maybe done another round, but my head was spinning too much and I’m deathly afraid of dropping a weight on my head. The overhead move was the limiting factor. I decided to not have a craniotomy today and just stop at five.

Then I got the 42# bar ready. My goal was three rounds or sets or whatever that thing is (apparently from the directions, it is a complex). I made it. My heart rate was 172 at the end of three, but I got to try a bigger bar. I really could touch and go and didn’t have to do it from the hang. I made it to the place I wanted. I win.

I looked like the Wreck of the Hesperus but I needed that embroidery floss. I had my mismatched shoes on and we thought if I was going to make it to the People of Walmart, I should go all out. I left the mismatched shoes on and took off for the store. My hair was plastered to my flushed face. I was hot and sweaty. I walked through the place like I owned it only to find they were out of white floss.

I came home and had breakfast and then a wonderful, delightful, invigorating shower. I love my life.


We had an internet outage on Saturday. Someone working overnight dug into all manner of infrastructure, including our internet cable. The television worked, the internet and phones did not. We were without access for about 17 hours. During this time, we had to fend for ourselves. We went to the Farmers Market in the morning.

By about 2 PM we decided to walk up to where all the major trucks were working to see if there was some hope of restoring service. I knew I was not wearing good walking shoes, but shoes that I wear frequently. The walk was about 2.5 miles. My shoes lasted for about 1.7 miles and then for the last .8 miles I was in trouble. I was getting blisters so I took off socks to see if it would help. It didn’t. I walked barefoot. The sidewalk was hot and eventually the soles of me feet were ouchie. But I wasn’t home yet. I stepped on something that ripped the curly part of my fourth toe. The “burned” part of me feet has healed up. The torn ragged hole in my toe has not. It still hurts to walk. But lifting isn’t done from the toes.

After 100 push-ups, my neck, shoulders, arms – entire upper body – was stiff and sore. I have managed to take ten minutes to mobilize each day to get my afternoon coffee. I have done some other stretching throughout the day. I was still a little tight going into the box.

I looked at the WOD last night and just got pissed. I understand a Wendler cycle and the need to be a superjock. I also understand math which doesn’t seem to be the epitome of necessary tools for a superjock. So once again, instead of just percentages, which would even the playing field between those same superjocks and the rest of us weenies, there was an added “just” thing that was totally inappropriate.

I did the math. Well, Google did. I just entered the data. If I were to add “just” five pounds to my weights, I would be adding first 16%, then 14%, and then 12% to my numbers. Really? That’s a “just”? I understand that real athletes have higher weights to start and adding just five pounds is really “just” five pounds. But my weights are so low, that it is not “slow incremental progress”. One-sixth of the weight is not a little bit.

If, instead, the numbers began with a higher percentage of the one rep max weight and then figured from that, it would be equitable across all types of athletes. If we were to figure from 95% of one rep max instead of from 90% of one rep max, we would all be going from the same place again. But jocks don’t seem to understand that everyone isn’t at the same level. Rather than overkill for the Little Old Lady, I’m just upping my weights by beginning with a 95% of my one rep max to figure my weights. It is more equitable and more doable.

Today, Kim and Ryan will return from a weekend concert in North Carolina. There was no coach today, but the gym was open for us. Kat and I worked together, deciding on our warm-up and doing enough while compensating for my boo-boo foot.

Today’s WOD as written:
Week 5/8
We are starting the second 5/3/1 cycle this week. For your upper body movements (press/floor press) increase your weights by 5 lbs and for the lower body movements (deadlift/squat) increase your weights by 10 lbs. 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 @ 65%
5 @ 75%
5+ @ 85
Post entire workout – 5 @ 65# / 5 @ 75# / 9 @ 85#
Re-Test Week 1 WOD (Are you FASTER than 4 weeks ago?)
5 rounds for time:
10 ring dips
10 pull ups
20 air squats
1 minute rest
scale movements to the point where each set of each movement can be performed unbroken without kipping and maintaining a steady pace.
Post time to complete each round (not including the minute of rest). Try to maintain a 10% +/- average pace. The goal for this WOD is to learn your average pace and reduce the average not blow out one fast round and tank.

The weights I worked with today were 32, 37, and 42# which was 2-3 pounds higher than the first time through.

My goal was to get 7 on the 42# but the lifts were really difficult. I was having putting the 37# up. I don’t really know why because it isn’t that heavy. I got three on the 42# and that was all I could manage.

I looked up what I did last time for this and it was 7/7/15. I used a blue band for the ring dips and both a green and red band for the pull-ups. The likelihood of my bettering my time in four weeks is pretty much nil. I have been struggling with my heart rate for over 2.5 years now and it is still too high too often. But I’m an outlier and I have to remember that while CrossFit is for everyone and it is all scalable, writing WODs is not. My goals have to be my goals. Craig linked to a video with a CT Fletcher screaming about ISYMFS  or “it’s still your mother fucking’ set”. I’m working as hard as I can and doing more than I ever thought I would. That’s good enough.

I woke up at 5.30 this morning and most of the above was written before I even went to the gym. Especially the preceding paragraph. I need to emphasize that. I set up exactly like last time. I used the exact same bands. My old times were 1.31, 2.13. 2.07, 2.26, 2.00.

Today, with the weeks of pull-ups behind me, I had no problem getting the seven done. I was nearly getting chest to bar on the first few rounds. I didn’t need to pause at all between the pull-ups and squats. I did pause each time between the ring dips and the pull-ups and got my heart rate down to 155 before starting the pull-ups. Then I would just deep breathe while I did the squats. My times were 1.21, 1.25, 1.32, 1.31, 1.33. I had no intention of getting any better in just four weeks. In fact, I did – at least on this part. I could be very sad about the push press or I could be very happy about the conditioning. I choose happy.


I looked at the weather last night before I looked at the WOD. Then I checked out the WOD to make sure there was no running involved. There was something like a 100% chance of rain all day. I hate running all by itself. In the rain is just so much worse. Luckily, there was no running. Even if there had been, it is my day to go to the box and I don’t cherry pick. I whine and substitute.

My arms were quite smoked yesterday and I spent quite a bit of time stretching and trying to get them to stop hurting. Since I did some work yesterday, they were a tad better today.

We began with a 1000 meter row and that was fine. Next up, bear crawl the length of the mat. That was a bit ouchy when I started but by the end of the mat, my arms were feeling a bit better. We did some other stuff and then began the work of the day.

Today’s WOD as written:
Week 4/8
Gymnastic Skill/Strength/Mobility Practice – spend 20 minutes working on your gymnastic movement chosen last week. Ask your coach for specific mobility exercises, skill practice movements, or strength movements to help you reach your goal.
Post work performed.
Pistol Squat
Rope Climb

Pull Up
Muscle Up
Handstand Walk
Box Jump

Baseline WOD Redux – try to beat your score!
EMOM until you cannot complete the clean (fully extended knees & hips) by the time the clock hits :00 for the next minute perform the following:
1 Burpee
1 Clean (135/95)

2 Burpees
1 Clean

3 Burpees
1 Clean

I warmed up with some ring rows and my feet kept slipping out from under me. I assume that has something to do with the humidity involved in a rainy day since the last few dry days did not have this problem.

I began with a 2” band and did a few pull-ups. Then I tried a 1” band alone and couldn’t quite get my chin over the bar. I added a ½” band and could get a couple together, but not more than that. I did that several times, some stretching, more ring rows, and we did lots of gabbing. Kat was working on both a pull-up and pistols.

I looked to see what I did with this last time. I thought it was five. I knew it was April Fool’s Day because the next time we got together, we found out the 5 AM class had all added 10 to their number of rounds. I had been feeling really, really weenie when all I needed to feel was weenie.

So I knew where to look and see what I had done. I had gotten six. I used a 42# bar for the cleans. I remember having thought I should have tried one more round the last time so my goal today was seven.

I walked the burpees in and out. Kim was coaching, but Ryan was there with some guy who was looking at what seemed to be construction type projects. As we were doing these, Ryan watched the whole procedure of step-step, flop, push-up, step-step, small hop and a clap. He said I looked like I was doing the cha-cha.

I was having heart rate issues by the fourth round. I could get it down in the remainder of the minute but it was going high by the end. By the end of the sixth round, I had not enough time to get it down and so I was still at 162 when I began the seven burpees. I got them done and my heart rate was way high. I did a couple deep breaths and then cleaned the bar, but I knew I had to stop there. My heart rate was 178 and there was only 10 seconds before the next round. I hit my goal.

Ryan asked if it was possible to jump the burpee back in. By the time I had my heart rate down, I did a real burpee. Jumped out, did a push-up, jumped in and hopped with a clap. I can do a burpee. They just eat up all my heart rate.

I did 28 burpees (during the WOD) and that was enough. I think my goal for next time, if I can remember it, will be to just do the plank in and out and see if I can get to a higher round. Without the push-up in the middle, I might be able to keep going longer.