Don't Poop Your Pants

Don’t poop your pants…don’t poop your pants…don’t poop your pants.  It was all I could think about as I was looking at the white board with one word written across it… F-R-A-N.  Malaria drugs and Fran…potent combination.  Now…when you look at CrossFit sites and athlete profiles you always come across memories of their first experience with Fran and then their current times.  Most of the time the times are significantly better after several times taking her for a whirl.  It is truly a benchmark of strength and stamina.  Quite frankly, I really dislike both thrusters and pull ups.  My distaste for them probably stems from my level of suckiness at doing them.  Oh well, here we go.  One thing is for sure…Fran is a vengeful mistress….You cannot help but to love her.  Well, maybe not LOVE…but definetly LUST….lust because you want to visit again and do better.   21-15-9 (95/65) of thrusters and pull ups.  All in all I felt okay with it.  I scaled the weight and used bands on the pull ups…BIG bands.  Afterwards I looked at my instructor and stated, “the pull ups hurt my soul.”  That is some serious hurt. 

The rearranging of the workouts has proven to be awesome.  HRV is steady and so is my resting HR.  I am anxious to see what it is on Sunday and then chart across the whole week.  If anything, I feel great each morning…even on CrossFit mornings.  Work events took out my evening run…that is okay, I will make it up later in the week.