Tonight we did legs, legs and more legs. I hate legs. You walk with them all day anyway, why make them do more work?
But work is what we do at Raw Fitness Maui. And so yes, I squatted three sets of 135, 165 and 180. Then we did four rounds of a full minute of throwing the medicine ball against the wall and then jumping rope for another minute. It was tiring.
And yet, I don't feel the pain I used to during these workouts. I tried to push myself and used the 20 pound medicine ball but I still didn't get that painful feeling. What's wrong with me? I did about 79 wall balls total, then maybe 130 or so jumps on the jump rope. Granted I didn't do double unders but those are impossible right now for me to do in any sort of sequence above "2".
I think it's safe to say that I'm going to have to push the limits even more at the workouts. I might even consider doing MMA in the morning AND Crossfit in the evening. What's that you say? Impossible? Foolish even?
Yeah, I thought so too. But my body is getting used to these evening workouts. It's almost as if it's not enough. So it's either MMA in the mornings or I buy a surfboard and start longboarding again.
OR . . . I could just keep pushing at Crossfit. I'm really not reaching the pinnacles of pain that I am capable of. I was doing about 20 wall balls per minute but maybe I should have been pushing for 30. And I should have tried more double unders.
Yeah, that's the ticket.
Okay, now that the serious stuff is out of the way I have to rip on a fellow Crossfit member. I feel bad about it because he's a really nice guy, my cousin's husband Bob. Today he was doing his jump rope part of the workout and was doing some 80's Flashdance routine with high knee steps. I kept watching him and hearing the lyrics "She's a maniac, maniac on the floor" in my head. Plus he had on an old mesh tank top that was probably last worn in the movie "Breakin" by Ozone. It was a trip. Our trainers didn't know what was going on.
But you know, Bob has been training hard and he kicks my ass during the runs. That's all that counts. Don't worry, I know it's funnier when I rip on myself, but I just had to say something about that tonight. We love ya Bob.
