On Gutting It Out

I think I mentioned a few weeks ago that I’d started Crossfit with a personal trainer earlier this month, and for the most part my sessions have gone great. Today, though, was one of those where I found myself gutting it out.

Well, to be fair, I kind of had one of those last week, too. I’m highly allergic to cedar and mold, both of which have been pretty high in Austin for the past couple of months. I’ve been feeling generally not great–sinus pressure, congestion, headaches, dizziness, icky eyes. The usual crap. Sunday and Monday I was dealing with a migraine (lovely), so this morning was my first hard workout in a week. And lo and behold, this morning not only were my allergies bothering me something fierce, but I also felt pukey.


I know better than to workout with a migraine, but when I feel like I did this morning, sometimes working out will make me feel better, sometimes it’ll make me feel worse. I rolled the dice, because I really needed a workout and because, well, we’re paying for two sessions per week. Yeah.

And of course, today was not an easy day. Everyone was doing the same WOD–Cindy–and my trainer thought it would be a good idea for me to go ahead and do it to get a baseline, so that when I do it again in a few months I’ll be able to see improvement. We modified it for me since I still can’t do traditional pull-ups, and I did ring rows instead (which are weirdly fun, to be honest). So basically, I lifted some stuff (and was told I’m “a badass” on my sumo deadlifts–go me!), learned some new kettle bell moves, and then got to do this for 20 minutes:

As Many  Reps As Possible (AMRAP)

5 Ring Rows

10 Push Ups

15 Air Squats

Every time I did a push up and went down to the ground my stomach felt like it was turning over and wanted to eject itself from my body. So I would finish, stand up, move over to the medicine ball (he has me squatting til my butt touches the medicine ball to make sure I’m hitting the right depth) and burp, which is a little embarrassing but not as embarrassing as puking your brains out. Luckily, this was one of those workouts where my tendency to pace myself was actually a good thing (with some WODs it’s not, as you want to do them as fast as possible, with something like this you DO want to pace yourself), and also luckily I never puked.

Four years ago–hell, two years ago–I would’ve said, “screw this” and not worked out. Or I would have waited until I was feeling better, which could have been this afternoon or two days from now or a week from now, because I am inherently lazy (or, really, I would rather spend my time reading a book or writing) and will find ways to get out of working out (at least I admit it–that’s something, right?). But it’s funny how when you’re paying someone you’re attitude changes a little bit. So I’m kind of proud of myself. I gutted it out, even though I felt like shit. I did those sumo deadlifts like a badass, and then got through Cindy without puking or passing out, and actually did as well as a guy who’s been doing this for a year, as opposed to my three weeks.

Go me!

My trainer keeps telling me there’s an athlete inside of me. I’m kind of starting to believe him that there might be.