Adventures in Fat Girl Fitness

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

The Grind — June 15, 2018

The Grind

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I haven’t posted about my WODs as much here lately, but they’ve been going well. I’ve been going to the big kid classes and if not holding my own against the rest of the class, at least holding my own against my former self (which is really all that matters).

Last night was a particularly grueling workout.  I call it The Grind. Because that’s what you had to do to get through. Just don’t stop. For 35 minutes, keep moving. If you stopped you’d never get started again.

When I first read the WOD in the morning, I thought, oh, that looks doable. Then I did what I always do, I added up the time it would take me to finish everything. I calculated 45 minutes. This had a 35 min time cap.

Crap.

Well, I suppose I didn’t need to worry about how I was going to substitute the double unders, since it was unlikely I’d ever make it there.

It was a WOD heavy on rowing and cardio (bike, skierg, burpees, etc.). I modified the burpee box jumps to dumbbell clean and jerks because burpees aggravate my ankle, but otherwise I did it as prescribed.  It was hard.

So hard. We all looked like we were going to die by the end.

But it was also fun. There was no measure yesterday, just you against the clock to see how much you could get done in those 35 minutes.

And friends, let me tell you that 35 minutes flew by. I barely even noticed the time. How could I? I was just trying to stay upright and complete my section.

It’s a funny change to suddenly think a hard workout can be simultaneously a fun one. I’ve never had that feeling much before. Never felt the feeling of accomplishment or camaraderie that comes with grinding through a workout alongside someone else. Never thought I’d be the person you see on the side of the road drenched in sweat and carrying kettlebells. Never thought I’d be excited to see what the next day has in store for me.

It’s been a slow transformation but it finally feels like it might stick. I’ve not skipped a planned workout. I’ve pushed myself in the classes. I’ve bought into the lifestyle that is clean eating and exercise.

And it feels amazing.

Here’s to the grind. May you always be as fun and kick my ass and keep me coming back for more.

Graduation Day — May 25, 2018

Graduation Day

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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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It’s all in your head — April 20, 2018

It’s all in your head

The mental side of fitness is something I never really thought about or encountered before. Before this journey when a class or exercise would get too hard I’d just quit. It was a simple solution to an unpleasant situation, but it meant that I’ve never had to push past the “oh, fuck, I might die or throw up (or both)” feeling.

Cue tonight. I’ve been battling a cold and it’s been over a week since I’ve been to the box to workout with Mel, my amazing trainer. I’ll be honest, I want really feeling like a workout tonight and thought that maybe I’d half-ass it. Yeah, Mel was having none of that.

So for the first time in almost ever I had to figure out how to push through when every ounce of my being was screaming at me to quit. To give in. To lie down and run out the clock.

I asked Mel if anyone ever quits on her. She thought about it and then answered no and immediately reminded me that I was supposed to be doing some push ups. I can see why no one quits. You simply don’t have the opportunity. The reps come fast, the clock is ticking, and if you stop to think you’d cry. So you don’t stop.

My workout tonight was nothing hard. For a seasoned veteran it would seem like a warm up. But tonight it kicked my ass all over the mat.

But for the first time I didn’t quit. I kept going and dug deep. I listened to Mel telling me that I could do it if I just kept breathing. If I just gave her 30 minutes of my life. If I just got my head to stop pestering my body and let my muscles work.

I almost threw up. I wanted to cry. I did curse. But I beat my brain. I won. And for that I’m proud.

Back at it — April 6, 2018

Back at it

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!

This is beginning to suck — March 15, 2018

This is beginning to suck

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It’s been two weeks since I hurt myself at Crossfit class.  Two weeks, two casts, one surgery, countless hours in bed, too much Netflix and comfort food, and 6 days to go.

I started out this journey all peppy and “I’m gonna change my life!” and while I will get back there, right now my mood has taken a definite turn for the “fuck everything and everyone!”

Honesty is good, right?

Anyway, I’m stuck mostly in my bedroom since it’s the only way I don’t have to do stairs when I need to pee. I’m letting my frustrations keep me lazy. I’m relying too heavily on take-out food rather than whole processed foods (there are only so many good choices you can make with take out food and none of them include poutine).

Work is piling up but I can’t help without being there. My boss is… pissed… distracted… I don’t know, but not happy. My mood is a combination of annoyed at everything, lonely, and just randomly angry at things.

So, peeps who have gone through this before, what’s your secret weapon for staying sane through an injury? Help me Obi Wans.

One, Two, Skip a Few, 99, 100 — February 27, 2018

One, Two, Skip a Few, 99, 100

Apparently this isn’t the proper way to count when Crossfit is kicking your ass.  Ethics and all that.

So Sunday was my first day of Crossfit.  I am taking a mechanics course at a local box (as I’ve been told is the approved nomenclature) and I’m pretty sure I did 75 squats of different variations.  Needless to say, I’ve not been able to sit or walk down stairs with any ease since then.

But man, oh man, was that a fun workout.  I’ve never been a big fan of working out (sloth being my favourite of the deadly sins), but something about Crossfit appeals to me.  Maybe it’s the way my coworkers talk about it (it’s damn near cult-like and I’ve always wanted to belong). Maybe it’s the way I admire women who are strong, rather than simply thin (I’ll never be thin, I could be strong). Maybe is’t the variation in the routines (I’m a little exercise ADD). But whatever it is, sore quads notwithstanding, that was the most fun I’ve had at a gym in, well, forever.

I’ve signed up again for Thursday night and, to my surprise as much as yours, can’t wait to get up for my first real 5:15 am Crossfit class. Burpees and all (please god, no burpees. I hate burpees).