Game On

I'd like to dedicate this post to two workouts that have killed me the past two days. The first was yesterday's CrossFit Springfield WOD:

**Perform as many rounds as possible in 20 minutes of:

10 KB swings 55/35lb

20 steps walking OH lunges, 45/25lb

**At the top of minutes 0-9, perform 3 snatches 115/75lb

**At the top of minutes 10-19, perform 5 burpee deadlifts

I used a 65lb bar and was having a grand old time (read: wanted to curl up and die) until minute 16 when I dropped the weight on my shin. Holy mother of all, it hurt. I'm pretty sure the bar just rolled down my shinbone, because I now have a 5-inch streak running down the tibia. I tried to finish the last 4 minutes of the WOD, but I couldn't even move my leg. So I hobbled over to the freezer and got ice and laid on the couch.

A DNF on my first WOD of the year. Pretty much that's how I roll.

Today I decided to prep for the OFC launches by riding RPM 49, which we will unleash at the end of the month. Physically demanding does not even begin to describe that 45-minute sweat fest. I felt sick.

Actually I still feel sick. Huh.

Being healthy is a lot of work. I enjoy it 95.6% of the time. But sometimes I just want the cake. Then I remember why I do it. How it makes me feel awesome and rejuvenated. And sometimes I still eat the cake.

That is also how I roll.

I've been thinking about some CrossFit goals for the new year. In 2010, I mastered ring dips, handstand push ups, chest-to-bar pull ups, and consecutive double unders. For Twenty Eleven, I'm thinking overall mental strength...aaaand muscle ups. There I said it. Muscle ups.

So those are the CF goals. The other stuff I'll have to keep thinking on. So stay tuned, peeps. I'm out.

Hiatus apparently.

You know how they say that you really can't do it all? That something's gotta give? I suppose for me, it's my commitment to blogging that gets pushed aside. But here I am, sparing a few hurried minutes to update the masses. Or rather, the 2 peeps that read my ramblings.

I survived RPM training this past weekend. What an experience. My second Les Mills program...it still blows my mind if I stop and think about how drastically my life has changed in the past year. To summarize: I had an awesome time. I have lofty new goals to get where I want and need to be. The Race of Truth nearly killed me. Sitting on a bike all weekend makes for one very sore rear. And I owe my life to my 2:1:1 recovery drink.

It was nice to throw grad school to the wayside for the weekend, but now I'm back in it. Fully immersed. I managed to throw together my lit review before I left for the training. So now this week is devoted to my research paper for my public personnel management class. Let me tell you how excited I am about this paper.

That much. Zero.

Anyway, since I have the Heart of America competition in 5 days, I'll be hitting good ol' I-44 for the second weekend in a row. What does this mean? No sleep. Good golly, Miss Molly. I've already given up TV. That alone is killing me. I have a list a mile long of every episode I need to catch up on. It's awful. That is the only word for it. Awful.

If I live to see Thanksgiving, I will have this semester in the bag. For the love of turkey, please let me survive.

I'm not funny anymore.

I'm alive. I survived Halloween. Gross. The worst holiday ever. I don't know why I hate it so much. Maybe because it still scares the crap out of me, even at the ripe old age of 25. I'm shuddering. You can't see it, but I am.

I'm a blur. From school to the gym to home I go. I'm a car, fueled by delicious coffee. Maybe I am a hybrid. Probably not. I'm not trendy enough to pull that off. School is still burying me alive. However, the big Ozark Fitness launch is over. Thank the Lord. It was a huge success and a lot of fun, but good grief, I was wrecked. Especially after reading and writing papers like a madwoman last week. I actually pulled an all-nighter. Somehow those were a lot more doable in undergrad when I was 18. I have 2 more papers to write, two presentations to give, a stack of blue books to grade, and a myriad of side readings to do before I see Thanksgiving. Oh, and run a half marathon, get trained in RPM, and go compete for Team BAMF at the Heart of America CrossFit challenge. Ambitious, much?

I just realized I didn't eat one piece of Halloween candy this year. Seriously? Oh well. I had a giant bowl of Orange Leaf yesterday. One of my secret life goals is to see how much Orange Leaf I can fit in one bowl. And then eat it.

I wore my purple bandana last Friday to a team wod. I guess you could say I dressed up as Miranda Oldroyd for Halloween. It kind of helped. I finished the wod. And was subsequently sore to the touch for 3 days afterward. Recap: Sandy is heavy. 95lb is heavy. I suck at pistol squats.

I think there was a day I used to be funny. Unfortunately, that day is gone.