A few days ago, I was bored
at work at home, on my own couch, on my own time, definitely NOT getting paid *bats eyes innocently* … so I sat down and hammered out my training plan for the next 23 weeks. Yes, I realize that’s a ridiculously long training plan, but I have proven time and time again that the second I stop actively training for something I become a lazy sack of shit. If I don’t have a workout to cross off of a calendar hanging on the refrigerator, I just don’t do it. Wanna know how many miles I ran in June? Huh? Do ya? 13.5. THIRTEEN AND A HALF! And until Monday, I had been to the gym ZERO times since before vacation. It’s time to get back on track.
When I wrote in “St. Jude Half” on December 6th and sat back and looked at the monster that I’d just created, I got nervous. I ain’t gonna lie. This is the most challenging plan I’ve ever taken on. It’s running four days a week, Crossfit two days a week (one day will be a two-a-day with running in the morning and Crossfit after work), and two rest days with the option of doing easy biking on one of those days.
I started the plan on Monday, and so far that’s as far as I’ve gotten. haha That was a Crossfit day, and that first workout after six weeks away was PUNISHING. The weightlifting portion was back squats (3 reps at 80%, 3 reps at 85%, and 3 reps at 90% of max), then the metcon included 3 rounds of 30 wall balls and 3 rounds of 30 GHD situps.
For someone who hasn’t done a single squat or crunch in weeks, my legs and abs are trashed. I was supposed to have run some easy miles since then, but that requires moving, and I just still really can’t do that yet. But you know what? It feels really damn good to hurt like this again!