Today was my first day back at crossfit since I ruptured my Achilles on March 1. I’m not gonna lie, I was a little apprehensive about walking back into something that was so new to me when I got injured. But I’m lucky that my trainer has been wonderful throughout this process, keeping in touch with me and helping to keep me motivated.
So tonight I squeezed my way into my compression leggings, laced up my one shoe, and headed into the box to give it my all.
After testing to see what I could do given I’m still in an Aircast we got to work.
The warm-up was mostly on the SkiErg and, as I can’t row for a while yet, the rest of my WOD was also heavy on the SkiErg. I was warned that this would be my new best friend and worst enemy.
Anyway, my WOD was a TC progression and while I know that to veteran crossfitters it won’t seem like much, it definitely challenged me.
But, more importantly I didn’t give up, even when I thought I might might puke and I finished in 26:30, under the 30 min TC. I am proud of myself.
So that’s the first day back. I won’t be able to life my arms tomorrow and I could barely get the strength to push the start button on my car, but I did it. And I’ll be doing it all again. On Monday. Yay!