Today, I want to talk about hormone poisoning. No, not my broke-ass thyroid induced "sometimes I'm energetic, sometimes I'm sleepy" thing. We're tackling the once...Read More
Fun Fact: I like odd numbers more than even numbers, and my favorite odd number is 7. Dave and I were married on July 7, 2007 (7/7/7!), and a 7 on the comeout roll of a craps game is very lucky indeed.
I should have enjoyed a lucky streak in today’s WOD! It’s so symmetrical and so filled with odd numbers: 7 rounds, 3 exercises, 7 reps.
7 wall ball, 10#
7 kg swing, 16kg
*high effort on row & run, recovery effort on exercises
My time: 39:something, minus 2:40 for a bathroom break
Indelicate Fact: Sometimes when I have hormone poisoning, my… um… bathroom patterns… are interrupted.
So there I was, chugging along on the WOD. I was first off the rowers, moved through the burpees, and first out the door to run! I obediently followed the instructions to use the burpess, wall balls, and swings as recovery, and did my best to haul ass as much as possible on the 200m running intervals.
I was feeling like a winner! Until the last run on round 3, when my tummy started to rumble, and it became very clear that I needed to use the bathroom before I could continue with the rest of the WOD. I didn’t want to stop, but really, REALLY, I had no choice.
So I took a bathroom break in the middle of the WOD.
I know! Unheard of!
To accompany the extreme ego pain I suffered, that pit stop added 2:40 to my time. Astute readers will note that 2:40 is made of even numbers. See? Even numbers are out to get me.
I picked up where I left off and finished the WOD, barely squeaking in under the 40-minute cutoff.
Have you ever taken a bathroom break in the middle of a timed WOD?