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My powerlifting programming for the following morning was supposed to be intense as well with all three lifts on the menu: squats, bench press and deadlifts. I had the option of skipping powerlifting and only doing CrossFit, or vice versa. But I really wanted to work on all 3 lifts in one day (it doesn’t come up all the time in the powerlifting programming) and I also really really wanted to re-test my 1RM for the squat at CrossFit. So I decided I’d do both workouts: powerlifting first, where I’d save some gas in the tank for later, and then go to CrossFit afterwards.

My squats at the globo gym were pretty. I was really happy with my setup, which is starting to shape up like that of someone that knows what she’s doing. What does that mean for me? It means that my setup is becoming predictably consistent (aka I go through the same motions every time I get under the bar) and that I’m bracing and lifting the bar off of the rack in such a tight way that the bar initially feels light regardless of how much weight I put on it.

Same process as before. I unracked the barbell but in my giddiness over confronting 185 lbs again, I had not braced appropriately and it felt heavy. gas bloating pain Dauntingly heavy. I did not step back to initiate the lift though: I knew what I had done wrong and there is nothing that says that once you unrack the barbell, you have to commit to it. This isn’t like jumping: you actually do have time to identify your mistakes and correct them before initiating action.

And then I added yet another 5 lbs and made 195 lbs my bitch for my new 1RM. 195 was, finally, hard. It took every ounce of strength in my legs to push that barbell back up inch by inch, with Coach D shouting encouragement. My heart was pounding as we re-racked the barbell but if it could have been measured in megawatts, my grin could have lit up my entire island after the hurricane.

It was a cold day. We were going to be doing a running version of the hero WOD "Diane." While I’ve been running outside in colder weather than ever before this year (because blecch the treadmill!!), my cutoff is 40 degrees. Anything below that is a "nope." The high for this particular day was 36. I was originally going to request to row the running portions of this WOD but on a whim had decided to toss into my gym bag a long-sleeved wool shirt, a fleece hat, my running sneakers and a cropped sleeveless hoodie by Doughnuts & Deadlifts that I am totally in love with as an extra layer for running outdoors.

It was indeed cold outside but there was no wind and it was sunny. electricity outage in fort worth I ultimately decided I would run. I threw on my additional layers, swapped my Nike Metcons for my Altras, set up my barbell with 111 lbs (a weight that I knew I could lift for 21 uninterrupted reps to start with) and grabbed a pair of 10 lb dumbbells: the scale for the handstand push-ups was seated shoulder presses. Coach A explained the scaled distances for the running portions. The RX (prescribed) distances were 1 mile, 800 meters (1/2 mile), 400 meters (1/4 mile), 200 meters (1/8 mile). The scaled distances were 800, 400, 200, 100 meters or even 400, 200, 100, 50 meters. Rowing was the other alternative for those that couldn’t run that much. Coach A just wanted participants to choose distances that they could complete without having to stop to walk. I had no qualms about running the full distances: running a full mile straight has not been an issue for several months now.

So the unscaled version of Diane was: 1 mile run, 21 deadlifts, 21 handstand push-ups (or dumbbell shoulder presses); 800 meter run, 15 deadlifts, 15 handstand push-ups (or shoulder presses); 400 meter run, 9 deadlifts, 9 handstand push-ups (or shoulder presses), and finish with a 200 meter run. v gashi 2015 We had a 25 minute time cap for this portion of the WOD (aka we had 25 minutes in which to complete the whole thing).

It was a small class on this day. B, J and I were the most advanced in this group, with B and J being light years ahead of me, especially when it comes to upper body strength. J has competed in the CrossFit Open and B is able to do RX movements and weights for pretty much everything. I was not surprised that it was just us three choosing to run on this day. B took the lead and I found myself pacing easily with her, while staying an even 10 strides behind her. grade 6 electricity unit J was several lengths behind me. We all ran in silence. I had brought my phone and headphones; I slipped them on while running and swiped over to SoundCloud to Mau & Ricky’s Mi Mala.

I was surprised, though, when B made a sharp turn at the point where the initial mile could be scaled to 800 meters. I actually stopped in my tracks for a moment, debating scaling the distance too. J was still a ways behind me and I wondered if she’d scale it as well. I have never scaled running distances for CrossFit though…it is thanks to CrossFit that I discovered that I can, actually, run a mile straight through without pausing to walk. It still amuses me though that I, the girl that used to be the literal WORST runner in PE class (legit last every. single. time. we had to run for anything in school) is now considered among the fastest runners in the box.

Or that other time when we were doing Beowulf, which has a half mile run at the beginning and at the end, in addition to rowing. gas jokes I love rowing but it is NOT my strong suit. I am the literal slowest rower in the entire box right now. Beowulf is a benchmark WOD and it is the toughest thing I’ve completed to date…and I finished in second place that day in the largest morning class against some of the gym’s longer-term members, my placing being exclusively to making up time during the running portions of the workout. I had flown past Coach D at the end of the WOD, feeling (and apparently also looking) completely recovered and he had exclaimed in a somewhat reproachful tone, "You’re such a runner!" Given that he is into lifting heavy things and not cardio, it wasn’t exactly meant as a compliment…but I also knew he was half-joking and I had laughed.

There was no reason to go easy when I knew I could do the more challenging version and potentially still succeed. "I might not make the time cap…but I’mma try," I thought fiercely. And so I turned back in the direction of the mile and kept on running. It wasn’t long after that I realized J was no longer behind me: I was indeed the only one going for the full running distances in this WOD.

When I was 14, despite hating running because I was the absolute worst at it, there was also a part of me that wanted to love it so badly. Whenever we had running in PE, I would take off as fast as my feet would go, reveling in the feel of flying on my own two feet…and would make it exactly 1/4 of the way around the track before I had to stop, gasping for air, my heart feeling like it was about to pound its way out of my chest, my legs burning, screaming for me to stop. gas 85 I had always wanted running to be as effortless as it felt for those first few meters, to be able to harness that feeling for miles and miles. To be able to go on forever without the burn and the pain.

And so I smiled now at the end of this first mile as I incrementally accelerated my pace until I was outright sprinting as I made the final turn around the warehouse section, our gym now within sight. That afterburner feeling, where my legs feel like powerful pistons relentlessly propelling me forwards, is unlike anything I’ve ever experienced in my life before.

And that’s how I FLEW back into the warmth of the box to my waiting barbell. I kicked off my cushy running sneakers (because feet as close to the floor as possible for deadlifts for stability) and removed my fleece cap (so the heat from my exertion could escape: I would overheat otherwise while doing deads and shoulder presses and I did not want to be dripping sweat when I ran back outside because cold air) and got to work on pulling 21 deadlifts as quickly as correctly possible. I then sat on the floor next to my barbell and got to work on the 21 dumbbell shoulder presses. I finished, set the dumbbells down, shoved my feet back into my running sneakers, yanked my fleece cap back onto my head, and sprinted back out the door to run the next half mile.

I got up, glancing at the timer above the gym doors. I had two and a half minutes in which to complete 200 meters if I wanted to finish within the time cap. My brain was beyond the point of being able to math my current pace over distance in order to have an idea of whether that was enough time or not…it didn’t seem like a lot of time, so I took off, flinging myself back outdoors into the wall of cold air that was waiting for me and me alone.

I hit the pavement outside flying and dug in, realizing that I might be breathing hard but there was still plenty of gas in the tank. I sprinted to the mark on the asphalt that indicated 100 meters, turned around in one leap and ran back towards the gym, pumping arms and knees as fast as they would go, the tears from my speed streaming backwards from my eyes as I ran headfirst into the stiff, cold wind.

I came to an abrupt stop in the center of the gym and doubled over to catch my breath for a moment. My lungs and core were on fire from the exertion while my extremities felt icy from the cold air outside. I needed a moment for my body to choose a temperature and settle down…which really only took half a minute: within the shelter of the box, my body chose warmth and broke out into a sweat as my heart pumped the hot blood from my core out towards my arms and legs, down to my fingers and toes.

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