Aftershock

Have you ever had your muscle fibers injected with cement and then tried to stretch? I haven't either but that's how I felt yesterday morning when I woke up. Although I was glad that the noodle syndrome was gone, I was so stiff that I thought my legs were stuck to the bed when I tried to move them! I rolled out of bed and onto the floor to stretch. Polly took this as a sign that I wanted to play so she sat on my lap while I did my stretches. No, it wasn't easy or at all practical but she is spoiled and I don't like being mean to her so I let her harass me and lick my face while I attempted to get some of the soreness out.

I pretty much shuffled everywhere I went yesterday with my flexibility returning around 3 pm.

Rach and I ate dinner at my house and decided that we had better measure ourselves so that we could "track our progress." Now, if I were a person who actually knew what good measurements were I might have had my feelings hurt by the numbers but I'm not so I didn't. I did, however, hide the page with our measurements on it in a secret place so Adam wouldn't find it and make fun of me. He is, after all, a string bean with natural muscle tone and definition. He sucks.

At 7:20 Rachel and I, being the mighty warriors we are, walked back into the gym- ready for another hour of muscle building torture. We just knew that we would be working our abs or arms since we had done legs the day prior.

WRONG! Wrong, wrong, wrong a million times WRONG! Instead of squats we switched it up to dead lifts. And by switched up I mean we only squated to 90 degrees vs the approximate 45 from the squats the night prior. And we did this while holding pvc pipes. At first I was glad for the lightness of the pipe but by the end of the night I wanted to impale myself on it and end my misery.

Thinking that there weren't going to be any kids around, I wore yet another City Bar shirt and instead of one kid there were a million. They were there for pitching lessons in another part of the building, BUT STILL! I hardly ever drink and I am the one repping the bar. Granny would be so ashamed!

(This reminds me of when I was in High School and granny would do my laundry. If my cousin or I had anything she thought was too short, tight, sheer or just didn't like, she would hide it in the cabinets in the laundry room. Needless to say there was a stash of miniskirts that I uncovered one day!)

We did get to work our upper bodies in the form of pull-ups (ha!) and push-ups (double ha!). I do this thing where I start laughing when I am failing miserably. Maybe it's a coping mechanism. Idk. Anyway, I was laughing hysterically at myself trying to do 20 push-ups. Idk what Rachel was doing because I was too focused on the intense burning in my chest.

We staggered out of the building and into my car at around 8:40 and headed to pick up Rachel's baby girl. The night was capped off when Rachel's legs gave way and she FELL into her mom's entryway! After I was sure that she hadn't hurt herself, I had to do the leg cross thing because I was laughing hysterically.

I am not kidding when I say that ourlegs were not good for ANYTHING! We were murder bait last night. If someone had come after us, we would have had no defense because our legs were useless.

I made it home around 9 only to remember that my towels were in the dryer. In the basement. That was the true cherry on top. I poured myself into bed after a long shower and I have to say that I have never slept more solidly in my life.

My morning began with the same stretching and face licking from Polly as yesterday but I got a little more stretching in because I distracted her with a rogue shoe string I pulled out from under the bed.

Right now I am feeling about like I was yesterday. We are supposed to be drinking tons of water, but drinking tons of water only makes me have to pee. When I have to pee I have to go squat over the toilet and what I really need is a crane to lower me because my quads start shaking so bad that I think I'm going to fall over. Seriously. This morning I had to grab the sink and the wall beside the toilet and lower myself onto it because my legs just weren't up to the task. That may have been tmi but I'm just behing honest here!

The only consolation I've gotten today has been that Eric said he had some "new moves" for us tonight. Meaning that we wouldn't be using our legs as much. HALLELUJAH!

I'll let you know how tonight goes tomorrow. Until then, I'm having a staredown with my bottle of DeerPark. It is saying "Drink me!" and I am saying "I don't wannaaaaaa!!!"

If you've been thinking about trying Crossfit, give it a shot! I promise you aren't too out of shape. You will never be in good enough shape to be able to go through a workout without wanting to die. That's the point of it (I think), to always push yourself! Also, not everyone runs around in sports bras and spandex like I thought they did.


Peace,
Sunny