Let’s talk about workouts.
I’m doing them and (mostly) loving them even though I haven’t talked about it in a while. Even at my busiest, I’ve been pretty consistent in keeping up with three Crossfit workouts and three runs a week with 2 rest days. (Saturdays are usually double workout days. Triple if you count lifting drinks to my mouth.)
A friend recommended a place with a beginner’s yoga class that I’m going to try once all this work travel is out of the way next month. I need to stretch and a class will force me to do it for more than 5 minutes at a time. So I’ll probably add yoga one day a week. Unless I hate it. But I heard my Numero Uno loves it, so if it’s good enough for him…
Here are a few Crossfit workouts that have kicked my butt lately:
That was the first time I’ve ever done a handstand push-up. They suck, not gonna lie. My arms could barely bend. They were nothing like Beckham. (Who writes these jokes?) On top of that, I could only do 6-10 at a time until the head rush started. So, yeah. Those will need a lot of practice.
We also did a modified “Murph” workout. Our trainer broke it up for sanity’s sake. Or possibly so I would bitch less during it. This is the regular “Murph:”
- 1 mile run
- 100 pull-ups
- 200 push-ups
- 300 squats
- 1 mile run
And this is the version we did:
I’ve done the workout both ways. No matter how you do it, it’s hard.
As for the running thing, even though I have a few races coming up, I’m not sure how serious I am about my training. I’ve been keeping up with my speed runs but I’m not loving the long run lately. I had a 10 miler planned with my group Saturday morning. Friday night, my running bud emailed me that he couldn’t make it. That was a sign. A sign that I needed to skip my run and stay up late and finish season 2 of United States of Tara instead.
So basically, I’m running but I’m not loving running. I am loving Crossfit though. Sometimes that makes me feel like an asshole because I have a running blog. So hopefully my next race in September will make me feel all tingly in the right spots for running again. Or maybe I’ll just keep complaining about hating it. One of those.