Oh. My. Hamstrings. I went to my brother's Crossfit class at noon on Wednesday (remember when I said I might work out in between jobs? Yeah. That happened.) The skill for the day was dumbbel snatches (which were new to me, although I'm familiar with the regular snatch. And I really need to get over how dirty this word sounds regardless of context.)
I'm going to try saying it a bunch of times. Snatch. Snatch. Snatch. Snatch. Snatch.
Do 10 snatches.
Hold that snatch in position.
You're doing your snatch wrong.
Okay this isnt' helping.
The WOD was as many rounds as possible, 5 dumbbell snatches alternating hands, 5 front squats (I did 55 which I'm determined to raise next time) and a 200 meter run for the others but a stupid 250 meter row for me because my knees are still a little easily inflamed from all the running abuse I did. The workout itself didn't feel too torturous. I mean it's always a torturefest, but it wasn't one of those ones where you leave feeling nauseous and like your body is a half-cooked piece of pasta.
But DAMN am I feeling it in my legs right now. And now I get to stand for hours and hours and hours. Cheers.
I have a long day ahead of me and it's probably going to suck; but in the two hours I have between my two 8 hour shifts I'm going to get in an ab workout and feel pretty badass about myself for doing it. So at least there's that to look forward to, both the workout itself (I love working abs!) and the feeling of knowing I put that effort in. Whatever you have to do today, make sure you do something for yourself.
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