Guys, I have not been this sore in a while. This is the hurts-to-get-dressed, hurts-to-sit-down, hurts-even-more-to-stand-back-up kind of soreness that makes me wonder what the heck I have been doing this whole time.
On Saturday we did thrusters for the first time in months. I’m not sure why we never do them, but their sudden arrival in the programming is a pretty sure sign that Fran is coming up soon. My guess is that she’ll show up on Wednesday, but I guess we’ll have to wait and find out. Anyway, Saturday’s WOD was a partner workout, and the first part was 75 thrusters total, stopping every minute to do 2 burpees. My partner and I used 55 pounds and even though there was supposed to be a 6-minute time cap, we finished in about 6:30. Up next was a mile relay, which we split up into 4 100′s, switching off each lap.
The third part of the WOD was based on your mile time: the number of minutes in your mile time became the number of movements you had to pick from a list, and the seconds became the number of reps. If you came in under 20 seconds, you had to add 15 to your number, and if you came in at 59, well, that was too bad. Knowing that I was definitely the slower runner between my partner and I, I tried to really push my pace so that we didn’t end up having to do 10 rounds while everyone else in the gym only had to do 5 or 6, but luckily we came in at 7:25, which was pretty perfect. So we spent the rest of the WOD doing 25 each of push-ups, sit-ups, lunges, squats, butt blasters, toes to bar, and V-ups.
After the WOD, Brandon, TJ, and I drove up into the foothills and did a little bouldering. Or rather, I soaked up the sun (it was 63 on Saturday!) while they bouldered. Then we headed over to a friend’s house and played Cards Against Humanity, which is like a very inappropriate version of Apples to Apples. Which was awesome.
Saturday was supposed to be our cheat day but really all I had that wasn’t strict paleo were a few handfuls of sweet potato chips and an amazing chewy caramel that I bought at a roadside jerky stand in Montrose. Oh, and I had half a beer. Nothing too shocking to the system. So I was really not ready for it when I woke up on Sunday and felt like I’d been hit by a truck. I should have been warned when I actually had a dream of being in an ice bath. I spent the day hobbling around, gingerly picking up pots and pans and wincing every time I was touched. Today I have downgraded from Extreme Misery into Total Body Soreness, but with Fran almost definitely on the horizon, I am OD’ing on fish oil and walking the line of hyponatremia (the opposite of dehydration) to try to recover.
Did anyone else enjoy some unseasonably warm weather this weekend? And what is your go-to method to speed up recovery?
