Rest Day For Me

Happy St. Patrick's day. May you drink too much and dishonor this day with fighting and obscenely racist opinions of the Irish.

Kevin, don't read this. I'm violating one of your sacred rules and I fear your wrath.

Yesterday was the official Crossfit rest day. I decided to try to run 3k instead, figuring that I would be venturing out to the bars this evening. Green beer and Crossfit do not a good combination make. I went directly to the gym after work, despite feeling kinda shitty. I've been very worn out lately, which I suspect has occurred as a result of spending my weekend in a basement with dust and mold and working a tad too hard. Certain influential forces in my life like to say that if there is work to be done, it doesn't matter what condition you are in, you need to do that work. I say you have one body, and you better take care of it. If there's work to be done, it won't get done if you're dead. That being said, I still feel like crap taking a rest day when one of the hardest workouts I've ever seen is taunting me from the Crossfit forums.

Here's the actual workout:

“Murph”

For time:
1 mile Run
100 Pull-ups
200 Push-ups
300 Squats
1 mile Run

Partition the pull-ups, push-ups, and squats as needed. Start and finish with a mile run. If you’ve got a twenty pound vest or body armor, wear it.

Are. You. Fucking. Kidding. Me.

I thought that Buttercup would be a much more achievable option, so I decided to check that out in hopes that it would encourage me to just keep going instead of going home and sitting on my ass tonight.

Buttercups:
1/2 mile Run
25 Pull-ups (or beginner pull ups)
50 Push-ups
75 Squats
1/2 mile Run

Partition the pull-ups, push-ups, and squats as needed.

Okay, a bit easier... if you like causing your own suffering. Still, I evaluated how I felt: worn out, sore and overall kinda sick. I decided it wasn't a good idea to push it. Rest days are there for a reason, I figure, and my time yesterday on my 3k proves that something isn't right here.

Here's why I really hesitate to abandon this workout without at least giving it my best shot. "Murph" is short for Lt. Michael Murphy, who was killed in Afghanistan in 2005. This was one of his favorite workouts. In Kevin's Commandments (as seen on Facebook), #3 states explicitly, "Check the fucking WOD every day and keep holy the hero workouts by fucking doing them to standard and not skimping like a pussy ass bitch. They're heroes for a reason. Cuz they fucking got killed. Show the respect they fully and undoubtedly deserve for their ultimate sacrifices."

I guess today's title should read, "I am a pussy ass bitch." Don't I feel special.

I've been having odd cramping in my stomach, which doesn't help with my workouts. I think it may have something to do with what I'm eating, but cooking dinner isn't an option lately. I usually don't eat until 9:30p as it is. I am eating waaaay more protein than I did even a month ago, and I've cut out bread and pasta as much as possible. Dinner is typically some meat I found at Pick 'n Save with spices on it cooked in the oven for 30 minutes and eaten whether it's fully cooked or not. I hadn't had any bread in my fridge until my dad came home this week and blindly bought some at the grocery store. He figures that if you don't have a loaf of bread, ketchup, barbecue sauce, milk, sour cream, frozen pizza and some odd chunk of meat in your fridge, you may as well not eat. Two days ago he tried to shove shrimp dip in my mouth because, "It's good for you." This guy has no idea what nutrition is, and you know if I'm saying that, he's a special case. Perhaps I would do better on my diet if I didn't allow him to stock my fridge, because now I want to make a sandwich.

A friend at work and I were talking about our workouts. She does a lot of running and claims that after a certain point, you feel like, "You can run forever." I've never felt such a sensation, and until I do, I argue that she's just not getting enough oxygen which is causing her brain to misfire. She tried to talk me into doing a 5k this April, which I had to decline, because there is no way I can add running training to my Crossfit workouts and get up to a 5k in a month when I almost died yesterday trying for 3k. Granted, yesterday was a bad day, and I've run more than 3k at a time before, but I still don't feel like I could prepare myself adequately. I do think it's a goal to shoot for eventually though. I wonder if I'll ever have enough time to go to the gym in the morning to run and do the WOD at night. A girl can dream.

Summer is coming up faster than I like to admit. Today it was nearing 70 degrees out, and I wore short sleeves to work. I'm worried that I won't be able to meet my goal of fitting back into my pants by May or June. Of course, days like this don't really help matters much. All I want to do is sleep, recover, and hopefully kick the shit out of tomorrow's WOD. My dad leaves tomorrow too, so if anyone has a hankerin' for BBQ sauce and bread, I've got more than enough to give away!