Fast forward a few years and quite a few pounds, and I rediscovered a passion if you will, for sweating. I love to sweat...it feels good, it pulls the crap out of my body and it tells me that I am working hard. Hot flashes aside, of course, but that's another blog! So I continue to push myself, trying hard not to listen to the popping joints and nay-sayers who say I shouldn't, I can't, etc. Yes, body parts hurt. Yes, I am still close to last. Yes, I can't lift as much or run as fast as others, but I.AM.OUT.THERE.TRYING.EVERY.DAY!
That brings us to last weekend. It was PR Challenge, Part Deux. If you recall, Part One was in December. That was the benchmark, to see who and how we've improved. Two *WODS, completed a couple of hours apart. Once all was said and done, I was DEAD LAST. Granted, I had only started a month earlier. My rowing wasn't bad (2.5 minutes), push-ups were from my knees, thrusters was with a 35 lbs bar and pull-ups were jumping off a box.
*WOD 1 - Intro: row 500m, 40 squats, 30 sit-ups, 20 push-ups, 10 pull-ups, for time.
*WOD 2 - Fran: 21-15-9 Thrusters, pull-ups, for time.
A few months pass, and I keep plugging away everything Crossfit, intent on improving. In fact, I stated, in no uncertain terms, I wanted to win Most Improved. WANTED IT!
What was the final result, besides the fact that I HEART Fran??
I'm with the Fastest Guy - Fastest Lady and Most Improved Guy were both away, having done their WODS the week before.
So now I countdown to 50. Yes, in about 14 hours, I turn FIFTY. Half a century, as my loving older brother likes to point out. I don't even think it's middle age (yet). Just a number, right? Right!!
Yay for fitness,