My husband sent me flowers at work yesterday. Who needs flowers on Valentine’s day when you can get them early all by yourself? It was incredibly sweet and certainly caught me by surprise. He’s getting better at surprising me. Usually we are both TERRIBLE at keeping things a surprise. It’s even better because I know it was more frugal to send flowers to me yesterday instead of today, and I happen to know that the florist he got them at was having a special. If you sent flowers on the 13th the recipient got free candy and a balloon! So, I’m even happier that he sent me flowers AND he was more frugal about it, AND I got a bonus!
So it’s been a few months now, but I did make a huge discovery during the whole CrossFit boot camp process. It’s not what you might think either.
After that CRAZY DIFFICULT AND STRENUOUS workout we had with the owner of the gym, I went home in a LOT of pain.
Even though I refused to accept it, my loving husband didn’t think it was just regular workout pain, and made me go to the doctor the following day. As a result of that visit I couldn’t finish out the boot camp. Until we could figure out exactly what was wrong there was to be no more working out. So I missed the last three workouts. I still attended them to cheer on my team and everything, but I didn’t get to participate, which hurt because I’d pushed so hard to make it that far.
I did not get to do the fit test at the end of boot camp to see how far I had come (I know it was a LOT), but at least I still got to do my final measurements.
Overall I lost nine pounds in the month of the boot camp, 1/2″ in my neck, 3″ in my hips and 1″ in my waist. I think that was all we measured, I have the sheet around here somewhere still. Even though I had to miss the last few workouts, I was very happy with the overall results, and the fact that I pushed through until the end.
Now, back to what the doctor had to say: I guess I’ll give the short version… after a lot of doctor visits, a (come to find out later pointless and not covered by insurance) MRI on my knee, and several X-rays, even though I found out that I have multiple tears in my meniscus, that is not what is causing me pain. Bottom line, I have about 1/3 of the cartilage in my right knee that I’m supposed to. I knew it was only a matter of time until something went wrong or became more apparent with my knee or knees; bad knees sort of just run in my family, but the timing sort of upset me.
I was incredibly glad that there is not to be any surgery, at least not in the foreseeable future. That’s good and bad. I did NOT want to have any sort of surgery, I was scared to death of that, but on the flip side, there isn’t really a whole lot to be done about my knee.
The specialist wanted me to lay off of my knee and heavy working out etc to see if that helped with the pain. It has helped, but it has also put a real damper on the progress that I had made in working out and getting back into shape. I realize at this point this update probably sounds more like rambling than anything else, but it is just a lot to get out. I am trying to work my way back up to more rigorous exercise, but if I listen to the orthopedic specialist, lunges, squats, and pretty much anything that puts my knees and 90° angles or further shouldn’t be done, and if I don’t do those, then I really can’t go back to crossfit. I’m not really supposed to be doing anything with high impact on my knees either, which sort of knocks out running too. Don’t get me wrong, I’m not a fan of running, but I was getting a little better at it, and was hoping to continue to do so.
So there it is: the good, bad and ugly of my Crossfit bootcamp journey. I am SO glad that I did it, I just need to find that momentum again, and FAST!
I started this draft as follows when I was doing bootcamp, obviously a while ago, but thought i should still post it. I should finish out the story of how things went.
So… week two passed and I didn’t post about it.
I have forgotten a lot of what we did last week already, since I am about halfway through this week. I remember there was some tire dragging, lots of burpees, bear crawling, push-ups and the like. Oh right, we also worked on pull-ups. I remember a lot of running, sprinting, once while carrying 25 pounds above your head… it was still intense. I know there was more, but perhaps my brain is working on blocking it out. Once again I pushed through… one night I was actually feeling sick all day, left work early, and still pushed through to go that night. I almost got sick a couple of times, but I still pushed through… it’s crazy.
Then there was last Friday night that was COLD and DRIZZLING RAIN… I still went, I still pushed through, I even did a little better in a few things.
This is just so incredibly difficult. The mind over matter thing is working, and helping, and the team environment is good too, my team helps me push through a LOT… that doesn’t make the pain any less though. In fact, my knee has been bothering me quite a lot since last Wednesday, and after last night (which I will talk about at some point) I have scheduled a doctor’s appointment to get it checked out. I may have actually done something bad to it, I am at least getting it checked out to be certain.
I am so exhausted. I know this will be worth it, but right now all I want to do is take the day off and sleep.
Has it really been a year since I posted? Yes, yes it has.
Where does the time go? A LOT has happen in the last year, to put it mildly, but instead of worrying about playing catch up too much, I’m going to focus on the here and now. And the here and now is in PAIN!!!
In the past several years, really since getting married (not that I am blaming it on that in the least) I have put on quite a bit of weight. For a while my husband and I were going to the gym somewhat regularly, and then we just fell off of the wagon about a year ago and didn’t get back on. It has occurred to me in the last few months just how out of shape I have become and how MUCH weight I have put on. I won’t put a number here, but regardless, it isn’t pleasant.
So I made the decision to stop talking about it, and finally DO something.
There is a gym near our house called Compound Crossfit. I’ve heard bits and pieces about crossfit, mainly from my cousin and her husband.
I finally realized that I am unhealthy, out of shape, and in no condition to even think about having kids. One of my coworkers got a groupon for the crossfit bootcamp several months back, and signed up for the one in October/November. Well, Friday I stopped by to talk to them and sort of see what the whole thing was about, and now I’m going through their bootcamp with her.
Let me just say, this may be one of the toughest things I have ever done. Saturday morning was the orientation and fit test. That doesn’t sound so bad, right?
Well, if you were in even semi-decent shape, that may be the case. However, not having been active pretty much AT ALL for the last year, I wanted to cry. The fit test consisted of a broad jump, (how far you can jump forward from a stationary position) as many situps as you could do in a minute, as many squats as you could do in a minute, as many push ups as you could do in a minute, and your time on a 800m. run. To say the least, I am not proud of my stats. However, everyone has to start somewhere. The fact that I am even doing this bootcamp at least means that I do want things to change.
Saturday afternoon I could barely move, and by Sunday it was all I could do to stand up and sit down. Then came Monday… and Monday night, being the first actual night of the boot camp, I did end up crying. I’m not really ashamed to admit it, because I know that I am pushing myself. At least I didn’t throw up, although I came quite close. We did a good bit of running to start. Then we separated into teams (which we will remain in for the rest of the boot camp) and did various sprints. They had regular sprints, and also lunges, broad jumps and bear walks (those were very not okay). Then the teams that lost (sadly, mine lost a lot) had to do push ups and/or burpees as a result of not winning. I have to say though, even through everything (the pain, the breathlessness, the near passing out or throwing up) everyone was incredibly encouraging. No one thought it was bad that I was having trouble or trailing behind in *insert activity here,* instead they were cheering me on. As silly as it sounds, I definitely need that. Then we went inside to do the longest 12 minutes of my life, or so it seemed. We did squats for a minute, then push-ups for a minute, then box jumps (or step ups in my case) for a minute, then we got a minute of rest… then we did the entire cycle two more times. That may not sound like much, until you are actually doing it, and then it is INTENSE!!
After Monday night I was wiped. I went home, iced my knees, ate some dinner, showered and crashed. Thank goodness I have a loving husband who fixed me dinner and brought me ice packs too!
Tuesday came and I was still SO SORE. It was hard getting up and down because my legs and knees hurt so intensely.
Wednesday, still sore, and uber nervous about what was to come Wednesday night.
In fact, I was so nervous that I had butterflies all evening up until I went (I did Monday too though). Maybe it is because it is challenging and difficult, maybe because it hurts, maybe because it is something that I guess I do care about, because I don’t want to be the sort of Mom who can’t keep up with her toddler, or even just the kind of adult who gets winded walking up a flight of stairs (which I do).
As it turns out, I did have every right to be nervous. Once again, there was running, and then, just when it looked like there was a light at the end of the tunnel, we did Indian runs, which is where you are running in a group, and the person at the back of the line sprints to the front, and so on. We ran enough for everyone in each line (about 10 people) to go twice. I’m not sure how long that it took, but it felt like forever. My lungs felt like they would burst, and I was nearly hyperventilating I was so out of breath. I am truly ashamed to be sharing all of this, but that is where I am.
After that, they had “the rope” out, so we ended up doing tug-of-war for a large part of the evening. Team against team, winner against another team losers against losers and so on and so forth. Of course the losers would do burpees or push ups, depending on how the trainers were feeling.
When we’d finally done enough of that, we went inside to do some more intervals of sorts. We learned how to do a kettle bell swing and then our teams were put into stations. We rotated between sit-ups, burpees, and kettle bell swings. We did 20 seconds on and 10 seconds off for four minutes and then switched stations. Again, it was incredibly intense. My knees were bothering me so much near the end (I’ve always had issues with my knees, and to top that off they were actually bruised from Monday) so they had me switch to doing squats while my team was doing burpees. I felt a little bad, but quite literally my knees are both bruised and it was more than just “pushing through” the pain.
When I got home last night may have been the worst, I was actually incredibly nauseous. It was all I could do to force down a little food before I just couldn’t stand it anymore. I was lightheaded and nauseous, I guess I pushed myself pretty hard after all.
So here I am. Today, Thursday, I am still sore. I am not as sore as I was before perhaps, but that doesn’t really mean it is any less, it’s just in different places. They don’t care if you whine or complain… just as long as you don’t give up.
Well, so far so good. I dread what tomorrow night is going to be, and I am sure that it will once again be out of my comfort zone. In fact, I may be breathless and crying again before the night is out or even throw up, but his is just the beginning. I suppose I’m putting this out there as much for myself as for anyone else, so that when I do make progress, I can look back to see where I started.
Did I mention they have us on a special eating plan too? That’s all for another post I guess, but I’m doing my best to stick to it.
So right now that is the newest thing going on with me.
How is it out in your part of the world?
Well, the bakery opened today, and overall I would say it was a great success! I don’t think that the massive turnout was quite expected (they actually almost sold out a time or two), but there is a learning curve. If today is any indication, however, I think that the bakery has a BRIGHT future ahead of it, and I’m looking forward to being a part.