Only Cried A Little...

Last night my sleep was pretty lousy again, what with the humidity turning my bed into a damp pallet of despair. I didn't have any trouble rolling out at 5 though and heading to CrossFit. As an added bonus, the music on the radio before 5:30 is much better than when the morning shows take over on most stations. I have no CD player in my car anymore, so I'm subject to the whims of the vile morning shows. Anyway, rocked out again this morning, which makes going to the gym before coffee a lot more bearable. Today's unexpected sing-a-long was an old one!

Warm Up:
2 Rounds
-250 Meter Run
-10 PVC Pass Through
-10 Overhead PVC Squats
-10 Inch Worms
-25 Jumping Jacks
:30 Hang From Bar

Skill:
Kettlebell Presses (15 lbs I think. Maybe 10.)
-Breakdown and Cover Form
-10 Each Arm 

WOD:
10-9-8-7-6-5-4-3-2-1
-Burpee Chest To Bar Pull Ups (I did push ups instead)
-Kettlebell Swings (Russian) (26lbs)
-Deadlift (72lbs)

This is an example of a pretty cry. I did not look like this today.
Try imagining it with a very red, sweaty face and more snot. 

After yesterday's WODs and the running in the warm up, my shins were hurting soooo bad. I wasn't sure I'd be able to keep standing up, let alone do the WOD. I approached Coach C and Coach D about modifying the workout.  I just couldn't believe how much it hurt just standing there, and I was worried that I'd given myself shin splints or something overnight. Coach D sat me down to massage my calves with a medieval torture device. IT MAY HAVE RAINED ON MY FACE A LITTLE. No, seriously. I downright cried. Not misty eyes, not trembling chin. Full-on sobs, but I was tough about it and smiled through like a big girl. It hurt more than I could have possibly imagined it would, and not in the "Getting a massage and it hurts, but in a good way" way. More like a "Stop hitting my shins with that hammer" way. 

I'm pretty sure Coach D felt kinda bad about my face leaking tears like that, but I thanked him and assured him that I'll start taking a rolling-pin to my legs before bed. After all, when he was finished and I'd recaptured my breath and composed my wobbly emotions, it did feel better.  I say wobbly emotions because the tears felt like emotional tears more than pain tears in some respects. It was like my calves/shins were holding all sorts of deep spiritual injuries that were lanced or incised to promote healing. 

I went on to pretty much kill the WOD even though it was modified down without the Burpee C2B Pull Ups. I felt like my form was good and I made it through in about 17:16... although my count may not be accurate, since the clock was going backward and I had to do math.