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
A PMS-Powered PR?!
Oh! Being a girl is so… interesting.
Seriously. Trying to understand my brain and my body is like a daily science experiment. Especially when it’s hormone poisoning time.
Sometimes, hormone poisoning comes on like a firestorm. Doors are slammed. Harsh words are spoken. Nasty thoughts are considered. And all the while – as plates make aggressive contact with countertops and expletives fly past my lips – I’m thinking to myself, What is wrong with me today?!
Other times, hormone poisoning ominously rolls in like a dark raincloud. Tears are close at hand. Feelings are easily bruised. Chocolate, a blankie, and the remote control beckon. And at those times, I think to myself, Why am I crying? I don’t think I’m really sad.
This week, I’ve been stuck in the gray of the raincloud…. low energy and feeling kinda blue and craving comfort food, comfort movies, comfort clothes…
This morning, what did I get instead? Front squats, sprints, step-ups… and a new PR. Sometimes the stuff we really don’t want is just what we need.
over-unders with barbell
high knees, butt kicks, lunges, punter kicks
take 15 minutes to find a 1 rep max in the front squat (new PR = 115#)
rest 10 minutes – work hip mobility
AMRAP @ 85% of new 1 RM (5 @ 95#)
sprint across the parking lot and back
5 step-ups R & L, hands behind head (like a prisoner)
My time: 5:48
So… my new PR on my front squat was 115# – but Tristy says I need to get lower. I was low enough for her to give me the go-ahead to count it (yay!), but I need to get down there in that scary spot next time. I’m totally takin’ this as a PR because it will give me confidence going into the next time. And I will get low enough then. Promise. At 85%, I eked out five reps that were definitely not low enough. Whatever. I have cramps.
The WOD was super fun. Really! It was.
Step-ups with hands behind the head are, like, a whole different thing. No arm swing to help the legs that are Jell-O from the sprints. It was sweaty and challenging and over, for me, in 5:48.
I have a few more hours at the corporate overlords’, then I’m heading straight home to comfort: A/C, Smudge, blankie, and Star Trek: The Next Generation. I will resume the pursuit of superhero-dom on the morrow; tonight, I’m just a girl… with hormone poisoning.