Protip: Squats while on the heavy day of your bleed cycle are NOT OKAY!!!
Drop Ins, PRs, and Progress
So I spent Christmas week in Seattle with my baby sis and family, and we stayed in a hotel about 9 blocks away from BS and BiL’s house. I was, TBH, a little nervous, as the last time we visited, walking 2 blocks at a slow pace KILLED my knees and feet, and left me terribly winded. And when I say slow, I mean slooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooow. S to the L to the O to the W.
So the prospect of walking 9 blocks to and from at least once a day was… I was nervous. Add to that the fact that I’d promised to drop in to their box with them for a Christmas Eve workout, and I was not super psyched about some aspects of the trip. Also, I don’t know if you’ve heard, but flying while fat is not awesome. Not because of the act of flying, but because of shrinking seats and attitudes of flight crew. On the way there, while taking my carry-on to have checked because their shrinking cargo space makes them try to bribe you to check your carryons before they force you to check your carryons, I was asked if I fit in a standard seat. Fair question, I’ll give them that. Beings as how last year I did, and I have lost considerable weight and inches since last year, I said, “Yep!” cheerfully, and smiled. She eyed me up and down, and asked if I was sure. Yep, I was sure. She stared at me, like she was willing me to break and confess that no, god, no, I don’t fit in a standard seat! Forgive me for my dirty, fat lies!!! I didn’t, and she tagged my bag and gave me the baggage claim/updated boarding pass. Not before tucking a nice little brochure about buying two seats for my fat (clearly lying) ass into it. Ugh.
Good news from that? I totally fit, and was able to secure my seatbelt and pull it about 6 inches tighter than last year.
Once in Seattle, the walk that I was so inimidated by was NOTHING. I was slow, but not [see above for ridiculous amount of Os].
The WoD was good at her box as well. It was strange and I was anxious, and it was far more crowded than they had prepped me for, but it was good. We worked on the snatch complex and then did a special holiday workout, Jump for Joy. It was basically jumping for 80 meters, for women. So depending on how high of a box you were jumping on to, you would do a different amount of box jumps. There was a lot of math involved. I am not able to jump on to the lowest box yet, so my mod is step ups onto plates. I’m currently stepping up onto 2 45# plates, and prior to this workout, I had only ever done 40, max. It’s been awhile though, so BS’s coach suggested I go for 50, and if I felt good, and able to, 75. I kind of zoned out, and hit 100. I overdid it a little bit, and my previously broken foot was having cramping and tiring issues the rest of the trip, but I did it! And didn’t die! New PR FTW!
Baby steps. Sometimes literally.
Flight home was uneventful. Which was pleasant.
New year is treating me right so far. How about you lovely followers?