Maybe it never happens to anyone else, but I occasionally wake up in a sweat after dreaming about taking tests again in school and not knowing any of the answers.
Since I graduated from high school 27 years ago, it’s anybody’s guess what those dreams mean. But it doesn’t really matter any more. Because of my new friends at Warrior Crossfit Muscatine, I have a new and better way to relive high school anxiety: Suicide drills.
Thursday, I dropped my old Bronco off at 8 a.m. at A-1 Quality Tire, where I bought four new tires. While the tires were being put on, I decided to walk the couple of blocks over to the gym for a workout, which consisted of:
- 10 rounds of thrusters done for 30 seconds with 65 pounds, followed by 30 seconds of rest.
- 30 rounds of one burpee followed by a 25-meter suicide done every 30 seconds.
As I noted on my Facebook page, it will take a lot more work before I become even a bad runner. The suicide drills nearly killed me.
But today, I’m dealing with the effects of the thrusters. My legs are sore — a familiar feeling after nearly a month of Crossfit. My legs are always sore.
Thursday’s workout was notable because:
- I got through it even though I hated virtually every one of the suicides. That may seem insignificant, but if I’ve learned one thing because of Crossfit, it is that I can push myself harder than I previously thought.
- I did the thrusters at the prescribed weight of 65 pounds. That’s one of the first times I’ve lifted at the weight the Crossfit gods said I should be able to lift. I did eight repetitions in the first nine sets and managed to squeeze out a ninth rep in the last set. All of those tings spell progress.
- The workout Thursday was also the first time I’ve done Crossfit on successive days. Previously, I had always gone to the gym every other day. That is another sign of progress.
It will all be worth it if I someday see results like these, which I found in a blog linked to this week by Sarah Garvin on the blog she writes for Warrior Crossfit.
Brome Hill 