If you remember about a year ago, I hurt my thumb somehow (turns out, it was just inflamed, but that’s beside the point). I quit doing snatches because of it.
For the last two weeks, snatches have been in my programming — a lot of them. So I’ve been forcing myself to do them, and I’ve been getting my ass kicked because of it.
But I realized something while hating every moment of those workouts — I’m stronger than I think.
Yesterday, I squat snatched 75 pounds for 55 reps. I honestly didn’t struggle at all. The Rx weight was 85, and I thought 75 I’d have to strip weight.
Next time, I’ll go for 80. Because I’m stronger than I think I am…
And so are you…
I have all these lofty goals after the Open and I feel like I’m slacking.
I’ve pretty much got my butterfly pull-ups dialed in. I’m working on kipping chest-to-bar and am frustrated because my kip sucks so I can’t quite reach the bar. I really just want to butterfly them so am undecided on how to concentrate my energy.
Bar muscle-ups. My nemesis. I’ve quit for about a month now but now it’s time to up my game on them. I’m so close. So very, very close! I can’t give up. I can’t get frustrated. Because I have them. I just have to string together all the elements.
Practicing my double understanding about 3 times a week so that’s good.
I matched my PR on my squat snatch today 3 times. I have to get over that mental block.
Jerks are still inhibiting me. Once it gets over 85 pounds I struggle with multiple reps. My new plan: is add a little weight at a time. Add 2 pounds. Then 4. Then 7, etc. Going from 85 to 95 is killing me and frustrating me. It’s so bad!
Throw in that I’m unsure what to do with the rest of my life as well and well, I can be pretty depressed to be around as well. Writing. Finance. Who knows? But right now I’m focusing on getting better at CrossFit. Cause when CrossFit is going good, then I’m going good.