After my father had a triple bypass and I learned of all the heart disease in my family, I realized I need to stop joking around and being lazy. In January of this year I got back in the gym. I was there five days and then had a business trip to New Orleans. I came back late Sunday and headed to work Monday and slept off my exhaustion. Tuesday I woke up and ended up being the worst day of my year. We lost Brandon that day and my hearts breaks that he is not with us anymore.
Since then, I have given up my apartment and moved in with my sister and Mackenzie. I love this time with them and being able to see that little girl smile and reach for me when I come home is more rewarding than I could have ever thought.
So I need to get healthy and was trying to figure out a new schedule. Well I got the call, literally, to get my ass back in the gym. I met with Brian went through a refresher and signed back up for crossfit classes. I was excited and scared but ready to do this.
My first work out sucked and I couldn't breathe or move following it. But it felt good to finally be back at it. I have been going for over a week.
Sunday night we got a call and my cousin passed. Damn this year sucks. I would give anything to have those two back in my life. I haven't gotten over Brandon let alone process Matthew. Two young men taken too soon. If it wasn't for my faith and my family I would be a wreck. I decided after not going to the gym Monday and Tuesday I was going tonight. Tonight I stretched before the workout. I was concerned and scared to do the calorie rowing tonight. I started the WOD and got the fear out of my head. I just said to myself this will suck, you will get through and think how proud of yourself you will be to finish!
WRONG!
My trusty old back was done. I did the warm up and the 3 rounds of lunges and push ups. We then moved into front squats and I was feeling great and positive. Next step- calorie rowing and alternating ball slams. At the end of the first 50 calorie row my back went out. I kept going after a was able to breathe, until I reached 50 calories. I tried to stand for the ball slams and couldn't. Dead in the water with screaming pain in my back and down my legs. I stretched for 15 minutes and headed home. Defeated. I couldn't finish the workout and could barely walk.
I got home and took a long show in hopes of loosening my back. It only slightly worked. I'm off to bed in hopes of no pain tomorrow when I wake. Fat chance.
I am pissed at myself. If I kept the weight off instead of giving up I could have push myself harder.
But I'm not stopping, just rowing. I'm going to get my back stronger. I need to focus on strengthening my back and working on my form. I'm going to start my couch to 5k program again to make sure I'm getting cardio.
This year is off to a rough start but between all the heart aches and health scares, I need to get healthy for myself.
So here we go again
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