The last several nights have been rough. It took me 2 hours to settle Mads down, even though I could tell she was tired. Andy dealt with Luke, who has been doing everything he can to delay bedtime.
And just as I thought would happen tonight, Andy was exhausted and collapsed. At 8:30. (Awww… give him a break. He’s not used to waking up at 5.) But it meant not working out together, despite the best intentions.
So I’m happy I had a premonition about this very thing and worked out on my own before noon while Mads took an epic nap.
Yeah — I am so smart.
Because I know Zach uses kettlebells in his Oly class, and because I’m deathly afraid of not being strong enough if I join the class, I’ve been working kettlebells into my warmups. In addition to carries in the farmer, front rack and overhead position, I worked in this mini WOD on the fly:
7 KB deadlift
7 KB swings
7 KB squats
Time: 9:16 @ 1 pood
I nearly busted my bottom lip open transitioning from the swing to squat position with the kettlebell during round 2. I have a sweet little blood blister now. But eventually I started tossing the weight in the air and catching it for the squats. I felt pretty proud.
Then it was strength time.
A PR! By 10#! Andy thinks I should test that shoulder press this weekend and see if I’m able to hit 80 yet, since that’s been a huge goal.
After a little rest, I did another met-con — the main met-com I had put in my planner.
100 burpees for time
My goal was under 10 minutes. My time: 9:41.
I will probably rue my choice of Wednesday workouts. I have had a nagging feeling all day that someone will forget their workout log on Thursday morning and we will all be sentenced to 40 burpees (or more — it’s happened before).
Oh yay. More burpees.