I Am So Beat Up…

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…