Bench Press 5-5-5
20/15 Calorie Row
15 Power Snatches (75/55)
20 Box Jumps (20″)
15 Wall Balls (20/14)
For CrossFit newbies…a good read from the CrossFit Journal:
You climbed over so many hurdles to start CrossFit.
You carved time out of an already-busy schedule. You found a way to make it fit in your budget. You swallowed your pride and worked through those classes in which you felt lost and awkward.
You kept showing up, day after day, even after the newness wore off and you had to accept that your body wasn’t going to look like Stacie Tovar’s or Patrick Vellner’s any time soon.
Then one day, something happens: An obstacle drops in your path, and instead of leaping over it, you stare at it, hoping it will disappear.
It’s amazing how hard it is to develop a good habit and how easy it is to pick up a bad one. You never hear anyone complain about how challenging it is to include a cocktail in the nightly routine. Conversely, no one ever gripes about being unable to kick that morning-run habit.
I remember the first time I skipped a CrossFit workout. I’m not talking about missing a day because I was out of town or dealing with an unexpected scheduling issue. I’m talking about waking up and making the decision not to go to class.
I’d been attending classes with my husband Hugh for nearly 18 months. Hugh was unable to attend class due to foot surgery. I didn’t really want to get up and go alone.
“I never miss,” I reasoned as I clicked my phone’s alarm off.
Somehow I knew it was a mistake.
I had started my CrossFit journey morbidly obese, unable to complete a single burpee. In the beginning, just showing up was a PR. That was the goal I had to be content with: Show up at class and do whatever version of the workout you can. Just don’t miss. And I didn’t. Three days a week turned into four, and four turned into five. I was a fixture at the 6:30-a.m. class. I worked so hard to develop that habit.
But that day I just didn’t feel like going.
I skipped another day later that week. The following week, I only took three of my five scheduled classes. The following month, I skipped two entire weeks. I had a bevy of excuses. My body needed a break. I was stressed and overwhelmed by work. I was planning my son’s wedding.
In a conversation with my sister Alise, I mentioned that I was slacking on my workouts. Alise had followed my struggles with my weight. She knew my history of binge dieting and other unhealthy behaviors. She had also seen all the positive changes CrossFit had already made in my life.
Less than 20 minutes after we got off the phone, I received an email from her with “tough love” as the subject. In part, she wrote:
“I’m not your enabler. It’s bull to give up on your workouts. I don’t care how busy you are, or how exhausted you are. Get your ass back to CrossFit. Letting your workouts go is totally reverting to your old self. You are not that person. I refuse to sit back and not say anything and just let you go back to that.
“You may think it’s just a side step and that you are just taking a small break. Nope. Small breaks turn into big ones. … You aren’t going to accomplish anything else significant if you don’t put yourself first for that one hour a day. It will be totally impossible to be the person you need to be to become successful and stay successful. You are the strongest woman I know. Now go prove me right.”