Finally, the spirit of running, well the spirit of the Granny shuffle, kicked in as I made my way around one of my walking routes. It felt amazing. Since my foot drama I have come back with a 100k row and a jumprope challenge and a barely shuffle twenty feet on Monday’s walk.
For the last few weeks I have been pushing my Wall Ball (my little Charlie R. in his stroller) for a mile plus walk, gradually increasing my walking speed but today something just took over and I started the real granny shuffle. It was a bit of a shock.
Then my mind kicked in telling me to start some run/walk intervals for time when all of a sudden my mind took over and I started shuffling, not wanting to walk. (It may have happened because I was so close to home and I wanted to be done already.) And as I shuffled those old feelings of thinking I am a runner popped into my mind.
I am back. Shuffling, but I am really back. Time to break out the PWR Sandbag and take that shuffle to the next level.
For the last few months I have been staying up way too late. Today it hit me: Just go to bed. Make it a goal to be in by 10 p.m.
It it 10:19 p.m.
Over and out!
Today was JRPC 2: 250j with the two pound, Fury rope, for time at Guns Out CrossFit.
I did it and then gently rowed 100 meters.
After that I stopped in to see my old bowling team and friends at Bama Lanes.
The final stop was to Sundown where I bought me a delicious cheeseburger with fries and chatted with the owner, my friend and CrossFit teammate and Coach, Susan Thomas.
Ain’t Life Grand?
A couple of weeks ago a seven year-old boy was in my home with his mother. It was the first time he had been in my home when what seemed out of the blue he asked, “Why do you have a CrossFit poster up in your house?”
It took me a moment to think for I have no CrossFit posters in my home. And then it hit me straight away. He recognized MURPH, the movie poster that is displayed in the television room.
So I took a few moments to explain to him how the Murph WoD was named for a real man who died valiantly serving our country. The man was born first and then the WoD was named for him, Michael P. Murphy – MURPH: THE PROTECTOR, after he died in battle.
Then I took a moment to teach that the poster on the left was a movie about an honorable, fictional character from a book but how much more important was the real life story, the one about Murph.
It really pleased me that my little friend knows MURPH: The WoD well.
Next time my little friend comes to visit, I will have the movie ready for him to watch, to teach him well about Murph, the honorable man, a real man who lived upon this earth and how “Who more than self” his “country loved” all began for a little boy named Michael P. Murphy.
- LT Michael P. Murphy Memorial Scholarship Foundation
- Marcus Luttrell: Never Forget Operation Redwing 06/28/05
Oh my goodness. It has been a wild couple of days with Irma and the debris around my house and the tree on my roof and organizing clean up. But it is all good because today was CrossRope‘s Jump Rope Performance Challenge Day 1: 1000 jumps with a half pound rope.
I did it. It took me forever. I did not die.
Yes. Yes it was as much a stress reliever WoD as it was a stressor to keep going and get it done. The rope kept getting caught under my shoes. I tried jumping without the shoes but it was a little painful to step on it when I missed a turn. It was seriously painful when I whacked my toes with that heavy duty sucker. Finally it was just wiser to put them back on.
No. No I will not video myself jumping. No. I will not post my time.
Nevertheless, I will press forward with this JRPChallenge. I will keep on jumping, doing the very best I can as my little old gray-haired lady self, for my kind never die; we just modify.
It has been a year of midday to late afternoon and some evening WoD’s for me since moving to Alabama. It has been, well, not bad. I am definitely more a morning workout kind of person and that is better for me.
Today I started back jumping rope. It felt so fantastic. It was around 9 or so in the morning, 250 jumps timed, taking me about three minutes to complete the task. For me, that was great. I was elated and my feet were happy.
I am thankful to my Coach Charles for working with me so I have a way to work back into a routine after all of the goofy drama with my broken toe, my blistered feet and ripped toenail this year, plus the bout with bronchitis before that.
Yeah Baby. I’m working my way back to you, Guns Out CrossFit!
P.S. Now that is serious business WoD music for the Granny Nanny!
Today was the last day to get all of my meters in for Week 3:30k of the Dog Days of Summer Challenge 2017. Tomorrow begins Week 4:40k and the thought of muffing up on completing this week’s challenge was weighing on my mind over the weekend for on Saturday, after I finished my last 2,000 meters, I thought I had shorted myself by 1,000 meters. Therefore, the plan was to take advantage of such a short row and to finish off the week by way of 30 seconds rowing followed by 30 seconds of rest for 10 rounds.
Being alone and without music was the nicest part of my row. It was great to feel my heartbeat, to feel my pulse elevate and to hear me regulate and control my breathing for each stroke. I could huff and puff and grunt all I wanted through each round. And I was spectacular at challenging myself, round after round, staying focused. (Well, at least it felt that way in my own mind.)
Setting the lever to 8, then launching off of each round with a quarter, a half, a three-quarter pull followed by ten regular pulls seemed a brilliant strategy. The goal was to maintain a reasonable number of strokes per minute (SPM) to maintain at minimum 100 meters in thirty seconds per round and then row all out on the last round.
It was great having a series of short rows. It has been a long time since having to merely row 1k in a day. It was really wonderful to row in silence and alone as previously mentioned. But the best part was realizing that I had already met my 30k for the week when I stopped to think things through. I forgot all I had to do was look at the Dog Days 2017 board to see they had tracked and categorized each week’s row for me. (Gibbs-slap my own head with my Crew Stop rowing glove on.)
Turns out I did not need to row that last 1,000 meters. I rowed them simply because I wanted to and now I am securely over what is needed to complete this week’s requirement.
Now on to formulate tomorrow’s 40k strategy!