But what happens when my personal life intersects with my workout? Gotta blog about it I guess.
So . . . my grandma died this week.
It was Tuesday when they called me at work. I was in a meeting and took off to Hale Makua as soon as I got the text from my cousin. Her oxygen levels were below 20 percent, whatever that means.
They had already sedated her with morphine so I'm not sure if she knew I was there.
Later she took her last breath and she was gone.
I wanted to workout that evening. It's not odd, I did the same thing when my grandfather died in 2002. I was living in Honolulu and they called me from Maui and said he died. It was too late to catch a flight that night so I drove up to a friend's house in Kaimuki where they held "Fight Night" in their garage. Basically they take turns putting on gloves and pounding each other.
I put on the gloves that night and got my face smashed in. I didn't tell anyone, I just wanted to suffer physically so I wouldn't have to think.
I wanted Crossfit to punish me Tuesday. I wanted thrusters and burpees and squats of all sorts.
But my brother had flown into town and we did what we usually do in this situation. We drank alcohol.
So I didn't work out Tueday, and Wednesday we didn't go either. Thursday was an off day and my brother left that night.
Then came Friday, and I was waiting. Shoulder press I lifted 145 four times, a new weight for me. Next we did three rounds of 10 thrusters and as many toes to the nose lifts that we could do in what remained of our two minutes.
I lost myself in pain for a while. Oran yelled a rare, "SON OF A BITCH" after the first round so you know it was hard.
Afterwards my forearms felt like Popeye's. I was tired and hurt but it felt good in all the right places.
Crossfit continues to help me in all areas of my life. More specifically, the good people at Raw Fitness Maui and their desire to push ourselves has helped me. Thank God because if I didn't sweat I think I would cry.
