Adventures in Fat Girl Fitness

Working my Way to a Healthier Me One Burpee at a Time

Run? Am I being chased by a bear?! — May 30, 2018

Run? Am I being chased by a bear?!

cardio

Last night at the gym was a minor miracle.

Very minor.

But a miracle nonetheless.

I did cardio.

RIGHT?! I know! Me too!

So here’s the thing – a while back I had tried to take up running. I started one of those couch to 5K programs and thought, yeah, this looks doable.

Cut to me doing my first run where I had to run 1 minute. 1. One. ONE.

I thought I was going to die.

I couldn’t even run a minute without wanting to throw up. What the hell had I let myself become? No wonder I was tired all the time. I couldn’t even move my fucking body at a slow, lumbering clip for 60 seconds.

It was embarrassing. It was shocking. It was humbling.

So imagine my dread when I walk into the box last night to find that I’m going to do multiple sessions on the rower last night.

Fuck. Fuck fuck fuckity fuck. I can’t do cardio. I’ll throw up. I’ll cry. I’ll pass out.

But just like in baseball, there is apparently no crying in Crossfit (or if there is, no one is cutting you any slack for it). So I jumped (stumbled) onto the rower and started in on my first 45 calorie row.

It took me 4 and a half minutes.

Without stopping.

I moved and breathed and pushed for 4 and a half minutes.

It’s legit the longest stretch of cardio I’ve done in years. Like… 20 years.

Then I did another 4 minutes. Then 3 and a half. Then 3. Then 2 and a half. Then 2…

… And then I got time capped, but I made it!

It was no Olympic quality performance. I mean, my stomach is so big my knees bend out when I row and I drenched that machine in sweat, but I made it. At least until time got called and I got to die.

I wobbled off the rower like a baby giraffe learning to walk and you should see me today, but hell, if that ain’t improvement I don’t know what is.

Graduation Day — May 25, 2018

Graduation Day

Barbell

Today I did my first ever big girl Crossfit class. My trainer felt I had gotten the hang of the basic moves and wouldn’t hurt myself (or my ankle) so I signed up for a 6:30 am class and headed to the box.

Only to find that it was Hero WOD day. Oof.

DT. Scaled for me, of course. But first, 15 minutes to build up to a 2 rep max on a Hang Power Clean. I made it to 95lbs before the time ran out.

Then DT started. It’s one of those WODs that looks easy on paper, but kicks your ass by round 2. I was prescribed a lower weight because I’m new (but I wasn’t the only one in the class using 55lbs rather than the 85 or 105 lbs that were prescribed for women at the performance and competitive levels).

So I chalked my hands, grabbed my poker chips (for round counting, but of course), and started in on my 12 deadlifts. I finished the first round in just over a minute. I had allotted 2 and a half minutes.

Oh fuck.

I’ve been here before. Going hard on the first one and finding out quickly that while this is only a 15 minute exercise, it’s a marathon of 15 minutes, not a sprint.

I’d been sprinting. This is going to catch up with me.

Round two I took it a bit slower because I knew I was screwed.

By round five I was counting individual reps knowing that I only had 14, then 13, then 12 more to go before I could collapse on the floor.

And internets? I made it! I completed my WOD in 12:45. I didn’t get time capped. I made it!

And not only that, but it was fun! Hard, but fun.

I’m going back Tuesday.

Bring on the barbells for I am a motherfucking unicorn who cannot be stopped. Arghhh (or something).

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Who Am I? — May 4, 2018

Who Am I?

I just messaged my trainer seeing if she had any openings for the weekend. Because I didn’t want to wait until Tuesday next week for another workout. Because I like working out? This is a thing now? I don’t even recognize myself.

Really, I blame my friend/colleague who told me to try crossfit. She changed me. Made me this… person. It’s all her fault.

But I’m excited to go back tomorrow. Last night was my first barbell workout where we first worked up to my max 1 rep strict overhead press and then 5 rounds of 12 lower-weight presses. I maxed out at 85 lbs, which I think is good for a beginner, but who knows, maybe it’s pathetic. I then did my 5 rounds at 55 lbs which got hard fast. By the end I was managing two, maybe three presses at a time before I had to rack the bar. But I finished them all (plus 5 rounds of 16 calories on the skierg and 14 abmat situps).

That workout made me feel strong and badass. There’s really nothing in the world like the feeling you get when you first pick-up that barbell. And now I’m craving it. I want to feel strong again.

Fuck yeah, barbells!

Crushing it — May 2, 2018

Crushing it

I’ve been struggling with my workouts lately. My head hasn’t been in the game and my muscles have seemed to agree with my head. It’s been more than a little discouraging.

But today I walked into the box with a determination to, if nothing else, give it all I had. To fight through the pain and keep going rather than giving up.

And internets? I crushed it. I finished my first WOD in half the time cap and then when my trainer decided I wasn’t done I crushed her second mini-WOD in less than 7 minutes (with a 15 min TC).

It felt amazing. Was it a super hard workout? No, but it did challenge me. And more importantly I truly gave it everything I had. Even on the damn Assault Bike.

If this is what it feels like to not give up, then I’m hooked. What an awesome feeling of strength and accomplishment.

So for today, go me! You did good.

100 Day Challenge – Update — May 1, 2018