I have some sad news. Well, sad for me. Apparently if I'm going to do crossfit I'm going to need to become close friends with the foam roller. effffffffffffffffffffff that. Darin saved that for the end of today's session. Which, we only did it on my quads so I guess I'll survive. Especially because they feel a lot less tight right now. Even though it felt like that foam roller was covered in rusty nails covered in alcohol. I'm just saying if I never saw one again, I would be 100% fine with that. I have a way with words and a subtle way of getting my point across. Not really.
Hall of Fame by The Script is my jam. It made it's way to my "get pumped!" play list on my phone. Anyways, today was fabulous, sans the foam rolling. Since I did crossfit yesterday and I go back tomorrow at 6 (make sure you're sending positive thoughts my way at that time, because I'm gonna need them) we didn't do cardio or legs so it was basically a greatest hits day. Incline bench press, 3 point rows with 35 pounds, some pull downs, and an assortment of stretching, that I may repeat in a few minutes because my legs still do kind of hurt and it wouldn't hurt me to stretch some extra.
2 people have told me today that I'm "inspirational" and it really did mean a lot to me. I just don't think that's the right word. I think I'm just crazy enough to try anything, and it just happened to work. I mean, this isn't luck, it's hard work, and a lot of stress sometimes but I saw this thing on intsagram that was like "you'll succeed when you decided the goal is worth the sacrifice", and whether that be pizza, ice cream, TV time to go to the gym, etc, it's true. Darin said today I'm a junkie which I was like um no. But he's kinda right. It's a different kind of junkie, but going to the gym and working out has taken over my life in a fabulous way. I love it, and I'm so glad this happened. I know it's weird to announce too, but for the first time since probably 10th grade in high school, I weigh less than 300lbs. Which, I cried on the scale when that happened. It just kinda makes me feel like this has all been worth it and I can do this. Don't judge me.
To follow that up, I've been eating a ton. and by that I mean like every 2-3 hours, and I'm STILL starving. I could (and will be) eat now/soon. I had my luna bar on the way to pick Rebecca up from the Y after I left O3, and it was alright. It's got like 10g of protein, so it was better than my normal meal of nothing after the gym. I've been getting a gallon or a little more of water a day, and since I've not been eating bad food (like at all this week) I feel way better, I'm tired as all get out but I think that's because I'm pushing everything a little harder. Because I'm eating so much, I've even carrying 2 lunch boxes which is basically fatty fatty 2x4 status until you look in them. So to the judgmental Judy in the stairwell, you can take your ugly elevator eyes elsewhere. Those aren't zebra cakes and mtn dews in there (I kinda wish it was)!
Anyways, I'm going to make some dinner (whooo for meat and broccoli for the 982nd time this week) and get ready for tomorrow. day 2 of crossfit. If I don't blog by the end of the weekend, assume I'm dead and my body can be found near crossfit Pisgah on the river. It was nice knowing you all.
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