I always wear pants.
Well… I should say that it’s rare for me to wear a skirt or dress. It’s not that I’m against the girly thing or anything. In fact, I love dresses and skirts. But I rarely wear them because of how my legs look.
I used to think they were fat. I was embarrassed. Over the past two years the size of my legs is no longer what bugs me. It’s the bruises. It’s the scrapes. It’s the scars. I bang up my legs on a weekly basis WITHOUT FAIL. Sometimes I don’t even notice until days later.
Today I noticed.
We worked on an unfamiliar lift this morning — the snatch grip deadlift. It felt awkward. And on top of it. It was hot. Zach warned us we probably wouldn’t be able to lift as much as we usually deadlift because of the mechanics of the lift.
Snatch Grip Deadlift
I got the first rep of that 145# round, but I ran into trouble on the second. My hands were sweaty, and I needed to chalk them, but we were in a hurry to finish, so I forged ahead. I lifted up and had the bar almost all the way up when my right hand slipped and the bar fell.
It hit my knee, which I was trying to pull out of the way. It left a scrape, and I hopped around trying to shake it off. Zach had seen, and he questioned me about it, but I assured him I was fine. I was more embarrassed than anything. My knee stung — but I could still put weight on it.
I’m glad I kept going, because I think it helped. Although it caused even more nasty bruises on my wrists and forearms.
30 KB cleans (M 2 pood / W 1.5 pood)
60 GHD situps
30 KB cleans
Time: 13:07 @ 1 pood
I probably would not have bruised up my arms so bad if my form were better on those cleans. And I don’t even want to see what my lower back looks like, because instead of GHD situps we did ab mat situps — 120 of them.
I didn’t start to feel real pain until I got home and everything started to stiffen up. I iced my knee, but I didn’t notice my arms until Andy spotted them at lunch and winced.
Well, now I’m starting to get annoyed with myself for complaining so much. All in all, I’m really happy with how this workout went, despite the marks it left on me. What doesn’t kill me makes me stronger, right?