400m run, warmup
64 box jumps
64 sit ups
Repeat x 2 — partner workout
Ok – I was a little nervous about the pull-ups. Since I uh, I’ve never done any (and yeah, I’ve tried). But I could do jump-ups, which were allowed — and I did them, all. So that was pretty cool. I did the box jumps, easily (to be fair, it was a little box). When I’m at the gym doing box jumps, boxes are about double the height, but I don’t usually do them as fast (but that’s the idea, competing). When you’re working to prove yourself to your new partner, you’re pretty motivated to keep a fast pace (especially since she looked a little scared, after I told her this was my first crossfit class).
We crushed the weighted team sit ups (we were only using a 10# plate — again, I’m doing these at the gym, but with 45#). Same with the squats — killed it. This is where I was actually much faster than my partner. I helped pick up the slack here, after struggling a bit with the pull-ups (especially 2nd round) — she picked up my slack there. I could’ve done all the squats, for the both of us (you had to make up whatever your partner couldn’t do — that’s how the team exercises worked). Didn’t even hurt.
The burpees killed me. Dirty, sweaty, dead. Still got through ‘em. Didn’t slack on my share. But — dead. In the good way though. Seriously dirty though, throwing yourself on the ground 64 times. I had to take a shower when I got home; somehow dirt got all up under my clothes? – haha! Funny sight. Cleavage dirt. Was pretty impressive, really.
Summary? Loved it. An hour working out, hard, with about 20 bad-ass, tough chicks. And I held my own. We were the second team to finish, and it was super fun. You’re encouraging/encouraged by everyone else — but you’re also competing against them (and yourself, and the clock). And — I’ve been missing that. Friendly, healthy competition. To push yourself, see what you’re capable — to prove yourself, and to show off, when you’ve been working really hard putting in all this effort! Shit — you get to see what all this new muscle actually can do. I’ve been working it, all by my damn self — and finally, I can tell the difference. I rocked that workout. It felt natural.
I’m really good at competing. I’m super competitive, by nature. If you didn’t know that, you’ve really missed out on a great side of me (it’s not the crazy-mean kind — it’s the crazy-fun kind). Now I have an outlet. I’ve been training for this moment. I’m in love. And oh, also — I think someone beat me up overnight. Or maybe I got hit by a truck? Not sure which. Dang. Feels good to be sore like this though, like you did something right! Yeah, excited. So fun to be excited about something new. Happy girl!