Fall Face Off!!

On being humbly humbled

Fall Face Off!!
Fall Face Off is coming up....

First order of business would be Fall Face Off, which is coming up on October 29th! You’re probably wondering why I’m featuring ACF events on my blog now, so…not only do I want to see your face at that Halloween party, but I was pretty stoked that they asked me to design the poster. Hope you all like it!

Next!

I feel like I’ve transitioned back to Crossfit fairly well, especially after being gone for three full months. There are a few things that I’m slowly getting back, but will take time. My endurance is actually better (good God I actually did 50 burpees Monday at about 5:45, and didn’t die! I totally would have died a few months ago, and probably wouldn’t have finished), but I’m finding it way harder to add weight to repetitive movements, like the thrusters in Kalsu and Coe (I actually found myself using a 25# bar for that).

Monday was, what I thought, an excessively crappy day at Crossfit.

I was super stoked because deadlifts were part of the WOD. Deadlifts are my jam. There are very few movements that I’m not only confident in, but actually like. The deadlift is close to the top of that (followed in no particular order by rowing, using kettlebells, jumping rope, prowling, and GHD hip extensions). I can lift a lot in a deadlift. And you know what? It makes me feel super empowered and super strong and super badass. Last week, I PR’d a 1RM deadlift, lifting 205#. I could barely believe it.

Monday was a 3RM WOD. Theoretically, I should have been able to get my 3RM to 190# after that 205# 1RM deadlift. I warmed up with a respectable 125# deadlift, and then started adding weight. But for some reason, not only was my grip excessively sucky, but I found myself struggling immensely with something that would normally be fairly light for me. By the time I worked my way up to 165#, I couldn’t lift more than one rep. What the hell was going on? Why was my strongest movement failing me?

I nearly had a mental breakdown, right there, on the floor. I don’t like to fail. I know that it’s a natural and inevitable part of Crossfit, but it never stops feeling crappy when it happens. Thank God for Dean, who sort of picked me out of that mire. Perhaps this was just a moment that I needed to step back and reevaluate where I am, and how I can improve outside of Crossfit.

What’s been going on?

Well, I haven’t been sleeping well, for one. It doesn’t help that my bastardized sleep number bed keeps on deflating while I’m trying to sleep.

I’m always on the move, between working three jobs, school, Crossfit, and social time, I have very little quiet, private time, and that’s probably taking a toll, too.

My nutrition is good, but there is definitely room for improvement. I’ve been eating more transportable foods (e.g., jerky, yogurt, seaweed, etc.), and have been going out more (but still watching what I’m eating). I can definitely incorporate more Paleo-ish philosophy into my diet.

I’m probably super dehydrated.

Oh, and I’m in a constant state of stressed-outedness.

Monday’s stunt with the failed deadlifts was incredibly humbling, and is helping me to realize that in order to succeed in fitness and other areas of my life, I really need to take care of myself. Really. It’s not fun failing. But sometimes it serves a purpose.

At least the WOD wasn’t an entire bust. I’ve gotten into the habit of seeing a movement, getting freaked out, and then asking for a modification. The only way I even got my butt into the gym Monday was because I convinced myself I’d be able to scale the 50 burpees at the end of the WOD.

I swear to God Dean must be able to read my mind. Did he allow me to scale the burpees? Hell to the no.

I was pissed.

But let me tell you, it felt SO good to (a) not have cheated, and (b) to finish all 50 in 5:45. I thought it was going to take me well over 10 minutes to finish those. I couldn’t believe it. And I didn’t even stop.

So maybe riding my bike all over Portland this past summer had its merits…right?

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Danielle

Exuberant photographer, artist, writer, designer, wannabe chef, and Crossfitter.

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