Wow, yesterday’s weather was beautiful. It felt like spring and I loved it. (By the way, I am glad that I have started off my past two posts talking about the weather. But hey, that’s important!) Luckily, I was able to get outside for some part of the day and enjoy it. As usual, I kicked off Tuesday morning with crossfit endurance. I have to admit I was a bit envious of the regular crossfit class. Check out their WOD.
50 Box jump (24″/20″)
50 Jumping Pull-Ups
50 Kettlebell Swings
Walking Lunge, 50 steps
50 Knees to Elbows
50 Push Press
50 Back Extensions
50 Wall Balls
50 Double Unders
However, our workout wasn’t that easy either. Oh, six 800s! The middle four we played around, sprint the first 400, run hard the second 400, alternate. Repeat. After my third one, coach laughed at me. “Kelly, your ability to stay on pace is just uncanny.”
1 mile warm-up
90 seconds rest between 800s
1 mile cool down
*800′s to be held at even splits
Yes, it’s both a blessing and a curse. Tim caught up to me during one of the “sprints” and said, “You REALLY don’t know how to sprint.” Don’t worry; I caught him in the turnaround. My splits varied from 3:14 to 3:21, which I was happy with. I was spent at the end, but probably not as spent as I’d have been if I had done Filthy Fifty. I hope to get a chance to do it sometime. I don’t usually run after crossfit endurance, but since I couldn’t run on Monday due to the weather and it was just so nice out, I made an exception during lunch. Eight easy miles over lunch was so enjoyable. I had a smile on my face the whole time.
I had a doctor’s appointment in the afternoon to get my stitches out. Sadly, my doctor determined that not all of the stitches are quite ready to come out, so half of them are out and I go back tomorrow to get the rest of them removed.
I also swung by the library and somehow checked out with five books. How did this happen!? I have no self-control at the library. I can’t wait to get reading. It’s been so long since I’ve read for fun. Anyone read anything good lately? I know Ive said this before, but I never read anything that is deep or substantial. I am somewhat embarrassed, but I like murder stories and chick lit and memoirs. There, I said it.
I’m craving diet soda this morning in the worst way. I feel like Veruca Salt in Willy Wonka. I WANT IT NOW. Time will tell if I can stay strong…