I really didn't think that I was going to make it to 5:30 AM CrossFit today.
But then I couldn't sleep.
|I used my monogrammed stationary because I'm classy, but not my Crane monogrammed stationary, because it's not like we're IL or anything.|
Rivka was surprised to see me at the box after my text message, but hey, I wanted to see her face.
Today was conditioning day, which means no strength portion. Fuck that shit.
20 kettlebell swings 72/53#
20 toes to bar (fuck this shit too)
20 calorie row (how the fuck has a 10+ calorie row been the rest period more than once this week?!)
The word of the day is fuck.
So Rivka starts giving me shit about getting a 53# kettlebell. The workout as prescribed called for a 1.5 pood kettlebell. So sorry I followed instructions. Since I was doing Rx and Rivka is stronger than I am, I shamed her into also getting a 53# kettlebell. Then ish got spicy.
Rivka is better at kettlebell swings than I am, but I strategize them better. Rivka is better at toes to bar than I am, no contest. Rivka is not better than I am at rowing. I came in at 24:52 and she came in at 24:53. She should have totally beat me, so hopefully this inspires her to fix her row. I celebrated with a spectacular victory dance and then rolled on the floor in my own sweat.
Disclosure: Rivka is significantly shorter than I am. However, she got back on the rower so much earlier than me that my shitty ass rowing shouldn't have beat her. Perhaps we both need a rowing clinic?
Then I picked up Chick-Fil-A breakfast sandwiches for two because I am the absolute best.
I'll tell them to expect to wake up alone, but at least I bring home breakfast.