7.16.13- Call me the pharmacist.

So, yesterday's workout (like many workouts) came in two parts. First, we were supposed to work our way up to a one rep maximum on the snatch lift. I wasn't able to improve on my previous maximum of 125 pounds, but I was able to match it. No elation, but no real disappointment in that department.

My real happiness comes from the second part of the workout. It was certainly a strange one:

three rounds of

30 seconds of rowing (for calories)

30 seconds rest

30 seconds 24 Kg Kettlebell swings

30 seconds rest

30 20 lbs wall ball.

30 seconds rest.

The score for the workout would be total calories burned, plus total kettlebell swings, plus total wallballs.

Now, usually on the workouts, I scale down. I would have done lighter kettlebell, a lighter medicine ball on wall ball. Yesterday, however, I was feeling kind of sassy. I decided to try to do it prescribed. What the hell, I thought. I will measure myself against the other, fitter people in the gym. So what if I get the lowest score (by a lot)? I felt like some kind of pharmacist by doing prescribed. I felt like my hero.

Yes, I was born in the 80's

I was killing it on the first round, but I definitely petered out by the end. I could barely get 2 kettlebell swings in my last round. My muscles were dead and my lungs couldn't draw in air quickly enough. After the workout, I just laid on the ground for about 6 minutes.

And then I looked at the leader board. I scored 117 on the workout. This was very respectable and even beat a couple of people. In fact, I had even beat a couple of the people that had scaled down on the workout. Holy mackerel!