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Squat Day and...Fran??

Guess what I did today? Heavy squats!

I'm such a dork, I know, but I just love heavy squats that much! They get my blood flowing, my heart pumping, my adrenaline going-it's just a great feeling. You gotta try it! ;)

I did 5 sets of 3 reps, starting with 155lbs and ending up with 190lbs, although could only get 2 reps with 190. I'll take it, though!

I love squatting at the gym and being the only girl in the weight room, surrounded by guys doing bicep curls and cable crossovers. I'm like, "Yeah, that's right, I'm squatting more than you can!" Hehe. ;) Yeah, it makes me feel cool.

Soo.... you know I love CrossFit, but I dunno, I must be schizo or something because yesterday I was having these thoughts of wanting to get back into bodybuilding...even though like a week ago I was saying how I don't miss it at all! What is up with that? It's like an old boyfriend that you can't get out of your head and keep wanting to go back to, even though you know you shouldn't! LOL.

Well, I'm not going back to it. I'm gonna stick with CrossFit and be completely committed to it for at least a year. If my muscles start to shrink or I gain fat...maybe I'll think of a way to combine a traditional strength training program with CrossFit or something.

Anyway, I've been keeping a food log on facebook just for people to see how I eat...and I've realized that I eat a lot! I didn't really realize it until I saw it all written out. But hey, I gotta fuel these muscles!

And one more thing-I think today I'm going to attempt "Fran" again! I'm nervous! I really want to beat my old time, but that just makes me have more anxiety. I'll let ya know how it goes...
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TecNK4mQm9s

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