I killed myself on Saturday.
I didn’t mean to.
It just happened.
I maxed back squat and front squat.
I did a FIT workout that involved thrusters and lunges and burpees and more and then stuck around for a CrossFit workout which happened to be Chelsea, which is an EMOM (every minute on the minute) for 30 minutes of:
5 pull ups
10 push ups
15 air squats
Needless to say, I was extremely sore on Sunday. Hard to squat and bend over.
Now, Monday. I’m better but not 100% and I hate starting the week this way.
Of course, we maxed power cleans and then did Grace which is 30 clean and jerks at heavy weight this morning. And I had to teach a fitness class.
I’ve started my own programming as well and this week is shaping up to be killer as well.
I like to think I can do it all, but I can’t.
I’m trying to find that happy medium, but it’s difficult: where you’re pushing yourself but still getting rest in and recovery.
When I have so many goals and so little time and so impatient at the same time…to be better, to do better, to have every move.
Ah, the challenges I face…