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Whole30: Day 8
I’ve never been good at math, and I can only blame that fact that I stalled on a 185# deadlift because of my terrible CrossFit-drunk addition skills.
We started CrossFit Total this a.m., and my partner Jill and I both thought we could PR. I had my sight set on 200# and she wanted to hit 185. We did our first two lifts and felt super confident. Loaded the bar. Lifted the damn thing. Celebrated! ‘Cause we lifted 190# (yay!)… only it wasn’t 190. It was 180. WHO CAN ADD AT 5:45 a.m. WITHOUT A CALCULATOR? So then we loaded the bar with 190, but we were tired and rushing and flummoxed and all kinds of weird, random energy – and neither of us could get 190 off the floor. PLUS, deadlifts took us so long we ran out of time for back squat. Not the most successful workout ever. But I did lift 170, 180, and 185, so… yay?
Congratulations to Jill who set a new PR today. That’s a definite yay.
I had some awesome food yesterday: chicken salad with blackberries and homemade mayo; scotch egg and cabbage with pizza seasoning and coconut oil; and the somewhat boring (but tasty) usual suspects: cucumber, snap peas, black olives, chicken sausage, post-workout sweet potatoes and chicken breast, and a few almonds.
Last night, I was into bed at 9:00 but didn’t fall asleep until sometime after 11:00. Major bummer. When the alarm went off at 5:05, I very seriously considered staying in bed. And when I got home from the gym, I crawled back into bed, in my sweaty workout clothes (ew.), and pulled the blanket over my head. I’d like to say I remained hidden there and am currently typing this inside my blanket tent. But, alas, I’m fully clothed at the corporate overlords’ desk.
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