Day 16/260

Day 16/260
Well I know why yesterdays was such a bad workout, turns out I’ve picked up a bug of some kind. Probably when I was in hospital with my 15-year-old son on Monday. It’s one of those ones where you feel lousy and want to do nothing other than curl up and nap, except you actually know that you aren’t so poorly you can’t fight through. Ugh just the worst, so I’ve spent the day studying as I should and went to the gym as I had planned. I must admit I would not have gone today if I wasn’t doing this challenge. I suspect there will be numerous episodes like this as I am quite run down. The past couple of years with my daughter’s cancer, cowden syndrome and various illnesses has had an impact on me. Which I almost feel ashamed to admit, as a mum I want to strong all the time for my kids especially when they are going through something awful. But of course, it affects me, I think there are few things worse than your child being ill. I would willingly take it from her in a heartbeat and be the one facing this path. After she was diagnosed I was tested too and came back negative for a PTEN gene disorder, I wept openly. Not because I relieved but because I was disappointed, I did not want her to have this alone. I felt so guilty I didn’t have the same issue. I know that sounds weird but it’s how I felt. I have felt powerless, useless, guilty, lost, depressed and generally exhausted. But I’ve also felt angry, not the kind of anger that turns on others the kind that gives a determination to do change the world. The kind that allows us to fight and fight I will for her for everyone with a PTEN disorder, for the rest of my life. I will fight. I suspect though that there will be a few ups and down in my own health over the next year which is to be expected, we all know stress is the biggest cause of well everything. So this will be an interesting CrossFIt journey for those of you following, usually things go “person started fitness challenge, person raised loads of dosh and became super fit” mine may be more “person started fitness challenge, had 7 million setbacks became a little fitter and (hopefully) raised loads of dosh”

I scaled the weight down and replaced wall balls with ball slams due to feeling rather awful. Photo is J dog looking how I feel!

Yoga :- Ashtanga standing sequence

CrossFIt :- 3 x5 strict press at 25 kg

Pull up prep

10 ball slams
10 burpees
x2 rounds

rest 2 mins repeat x 3

Of windy beach walks and squat cleans

So I had a morning off and thought, well now wouldn’t it be lovely to take the lil dogster to the beach. It was sunny and looked quite lovely outside, perhaps a touch breezy but not bad. Of course idiot here forgot a touch breezy here meant gale force winds at the beach. Now we all know that sunscreen is best anti aging thing ever but what happens when you combine sunscreen with driving bitterly cold rain and being sand blasted. That’s right you look like you’ve an awful skin melting disease.

Yes I look amazing don’t I. Jasper enjoyed the walk and found a small stick he hoped to take home.

I can do it mum…

Charlotte was less than impressed by the whole affair, but doesn’t she look cute with lil J dog?

As alway it was gorgeous at Alnmouth, whatever the weather it s worth the trip and the rain washed sand reflecting the sun was quite spectacular.

CrossFit was excellent today, I loved and I mean loved the squat cleans I had programmed. Deadlifts were alright and assault bike was bluegh. So all in jolly good fun. Full workout on Instagram.

I hate Thrusters

Today was day 11 of 260 CrossFit workouts, and it contained both burpees and thrusters. I have kinda made my peace with burpees, I am not terribly fast or probably terribly graceful but I can tick along quite nicely with burpees, barely muttering under my breath as I go. But thrusters, ugh I’d rather wax something…anything! Even a bikini wax would be better than thrusters. I’m sure I will eventually make peace with them as well at some point but I doubt that will be any time soon. Oh and while I was doing pull up progressions as my coach calls it (essentially I hang from a bar in a giant elastic band) I actually hauled myself up to chest to bar height, a whole twice! I know, go me!