Skip to main content

I Hate Wall Balls!

I just thought I'd give an update on how CrossFit is going. It's been almost 6 months now, and I still feel like I suck at it! Years of bodybuilding style workouts has left me deconditioned and it sucks. So I just gotta be patient and keep pushing myself harder and harder every day. I have gotten better than when I first started, but I've got a long way to go. I still feel like I can't breathe during met-cons, and most of the time I can't do the sets unbroken. Maybe one day.

I really think that I don't push myself as hard as I could because I work out by myself. I know that I'd do better if I had a workout partner or other people to compete against. But I'm terrified of working out with our CrossFit group because I know they would all kick my BUTT! And it is just NOT cool for the trainer to come in last, which I probably would!

I did get a 5lb PR the other day on my overhead press-95lbs. AND I got 2 muscle ups in a row!! So that made me happy. :)

Anyway, today I did the Games Open WOD#5, which was 20 minutes as many rounds as possible of:

5 power cleans with 100 lbs

10 toes to bar

15 wall balls

I only got 6 rounds, which is NOT good at all. I'm tellin you, those stupid wall balls get me every time. They are so tough for me! But oh well, I can only get better. I just have to remember how hard I worked to be a good softball pitcher-I practiced and practiced and practiced, even when I was tired and didn't feel like it. I didn't give up when I was having an off day or a bad game-I just kept working at it, day after day, and the hard work paid off.

CrossFit is pretty much a sport, too, and I have to think of it in the same way that I did my pitching-I just have to keep practicing, don't give up, have confidence and believe in myself, and then have patience. I get so mad after a workout that my body won't do what I think it should be able to! But it's not gonna happen overnight, and I won't get better if I don't work on my weaknesses.

Comments

Popular posts from this blog

People always said That time would heal the pain But how can that be When mine still remains? The tears still fall At just the thought of you So I know that what they say Just can't be true As the years go by I miss you so much still  No matter how much time passes I know I always will How are you not here To ease my hurting heart? Never could I have imagined We would ever be apart My world has been shattered A piece of me is gone And all I can do is pray For strength to live on I know that one day soon I will see you again I just have to try to suffer through And make it until then

Putting My Heart Out There

Hey guys. Here's where we're at right now: Matt finished his radiation treatments last week. Did they help? I don't know. He's sleeping a lot more. Having trouble chewing and swallowing. Not eating much. Not talking much, at least not in full sentences. It's just been a slow, steady decline for the last few months. I think it was really too late for radiation....But who knows, maybe it is delaying things. We went in last Tuesday for his infusion and talked with his neuro-oncologist about everything that we've been seeing with Matt, and he decided that we're at the point now where we should discontinue treatments...I feel like it's the right decision, even though it breaks my heart knowing that there is nothing else we can do. But I feel like we've done everything. All the supplements, the diet, the chemo, the radiation... Matt has fought hard. He never gave up hope. He kept the faith. He never complained through any of this. Not once did I hea

Why?

Why? Why do I care so much?  Why do I make sure they brush their teeth at night so that they don't get cavities? Why do I spend my own money to buy them clothes, toys and decorate their rooms, among other things?  Why do I do 5,000 loads of laundry a week to make sure they have clothes to wear to school? Why do I make sure they go to church on Sundays so that they'll be raised to know about Jesus? Why do I try to give them chores and responsibilities so that they will turn out to be decent human beings? Why do I read them a bedtime story at night, even when I'm exhausted? Why do I clean up after them constantly and cook for them and try to always have healthy snacks and food on hand? Why do I go to their sports games and practices, just to feel like the odd man out standing there awkwardly with their bio mom? Why do I give 100% of myself and make so many sacrifices for children I didn't birth? Only to be insulted and told hurtful things? To be made to feel like I'm