A little Granny shuffle today

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.

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To the owners of nasty little yappy dogs

Out on a lovely morning walk with my Little Wall Ball, Charlie R., we were accosted by a nasty-little-yappy-dog who zipped out of seemingly nowhere on a short side street near my house. That sucker was rather aggressive so I had to stop and watch my back. It was relentless in charging toward me so much so that it was unsettling.

I have been nipped in the heels by a yappy-dog in this town before. The owner kept telling me to walk-on, the dog would be fine and not bother me. Oh she missed the fact her nasty-little-yappy-dog nipped my heels while she could not be bothered to watch, let alone tether her dog.  

Finally with some lunging back at it and shooing it off it with waving arms, like a madwoman, it finally pranced off toward a yard down the road, yapping like a mad dog. Seriously it must have looked like some freak show version of Battle Bots.

Nasty, little, miserable, wretched dog with no owner in sight. 

Continuing onward I headed toward the right side cul de sac on the sidewalk side of the street. Just as I was shaking off the fright and hitting my stride another nasty-little-yappy-dog came shooting out from a yard across the street

Arghhhhh! My heart jumped again. And again, a nasty-little-yappy-dog with no owner in sight!

The aggressive nature of the dog forced me to watch my backside and I was sure annoyed with myself for not picking up a big stick from a tree that I had seen at the corner I had just come from. 

I raised my voice saying, “What is wrong with all of these nasty-little-yappy-dogs today!” Finishing the thought with a yell, “Go Home! Sheesh!!!”

Working my way to the end of the first cul de sac, I then turned around to go back to the opposite end of the street where two more cul de sacs beckoned me to travel. Thank goodness, without incident.

Close to finishing my course, choosing to jog down the little hill I originally came up and having made it past the two initial nasty-little-yappy-dog encounters, I was feeling pretty good until ….. dun dun dun, that first nasty-little-yappy-dog comes running around the corner from my street, charging right toward me again! 

Arghhhhh! My heart jumped. Nasty, little, miserable, wretched dog. Same previous stand off, wave off ritual. 

So you pet owners who cannot constrain your animals, you can bet I will be carrying some sort of spray repellant and a BIG STICK with me next time! 

Please! Take care of your dogs. Restrain them! 

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NOOOO! Event 5: 1 LB DU MAX

 

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PREMIUM SET

Oh my gosh. Years ago, like way more than twenty, I could jump rope fairly well. I could one foot, two foot, run up and downhill while jumping, criss-cross, boxer step, and alternate feet jumping, heel touch, jack jump, and sissor jump too. Now, I am happy to just keep the rope turning after years of inactivity. 

In 2014, when I started at 26.2 CrossFit, jumping rope well again became my goal. Here I am four years later and I still stink at it, in my mind. What is worse is I still have never done a proper double under. Honestly, I am happy if I can string 30 consecutive jumps together with a speed rope. Granted, I had three, yes 123, foot injuries this year so that has slowed my progress down but that is no excuse

This year I discovered CrossRope. Picking up the Limited Edition Heavy Set and falling in love with it (having not yet jumped with Brunhilda – rolling my eyesI ordered the complete serious of ropes with an extra set of handles. And finally, over all of my injuries, I have made it through this, my first Jump Rope Performance Challenge, except for….

Tomorrow’s dreaded double under event. And with a one pound rope!

I will work to get that double under tomorrow. Yes. YES I WILL

Even if my max is one, at least I will be done. I will never quit. I will do my very best at Guns Out CrossFit

#TeamMe #TeamBooGah #GoFightWin #TeamGunsOutCrossFit 

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Monday Motivation-less becomes more

Today was the CrossRope JRPC Event 4: 500 Single Under jumps with a 2 pound rope. I was all excited for this challenge until today when the hours flew past and it was actually time to go to the box to get it done. 

The battle for my workout mind took place between 5:00 and 7:00 p.m. The subliminal whining began at 5 p.m. and never let up until I was down to the last 150 jumps. Well, maybe that was the last 120 jumps. It took me thirty minutes just sitting around to get to my rowing warm-up, and I love to row, normally.

But not today. 

Actually it was not until the last 60 jumps that I finally felt my heart and mind align for a moment, just to hear, then believe, that I could push through to the end with gusto!

Thanks be to Heavenly Father for hearing my prayer to help me focus and not quit. It was His spirit touching my heart to move forward with that wonderful push through at the end. 

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#LOGHLNeverDieWeJustModify

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. 

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Got that walk in today!

My little Charlie R. is growing like a weed. His nap time has been fluctuating since returning from his French holiday but this week I think he has totally sorted himself out. He is definitely a morning baby, up early, nap early and then play hard, work hard until it is time to go to sleep. 

Finally we got to go on one of our beloved one-mile walks today and it was wonderful. Hot. Humid. But it was simply glorious.

Love that Map My Run app! Works well for walking too. 

Next time, I will remember to strap on my PWR Sandbag and don my running shoes so we can go faster.

Well, faster is a relative term. 

#GrannyShuffle

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Making a shift in thinking, again.

IMG_8853It 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!

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Update: Dogs Days of Summer almost over

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.)IMG_8680

 

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.)FullSizeRender

 

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!

#TeamEmJoKim #TeamGunsOutCrossFit

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