Abigoliah Schamaun

Comedian, Yogi, Whiskey Enthusiast. 

Crossfit Almost Made Me Cry.

Crossfit Almost Made Me Cry.

I was talking to my boyfriend Tom over the weekend about the differences between doing the 30 Day Yoga Challenge and the Crossfit Challenge. So far I've found Crossfit easier. The workouts themselves are only an hour compared to Bikram which is 90 minutes and I feel fine. I'm not mentally overloaded by the daily exercise. And I was so sure I'd have DOMS (Delayed Onset Muscle Soreness) all month but I've been fine. Don't get me wrong I've been sweating and working. I feel challenged in class. But it's not been as draining as the Yoga Challenge has been. 

I said all that on Saturday morning after taking a particularly challenging Yoga class. On Sunday I was traveling so it was a rest day and then on Monday I walked in to Crossfit Blackfriars and ate my words. I hit the wall so freaking hard I nearly cried. It's like those previous 12 classes this month were waiting to all gang up on me in one class.

I had planned to take the 12:30 class in the afternoon and was looking forward to applying notes from Rich's Friday lecture to my workout. I didn't come in till 4:30pm because I was very busy sleeping. I'm tired. I am so, so tired. Sunday, when I got home from performing in Nottingham I slept the whole day, woke up and ate dinner, then went straight back to sleep. Tom tried to wake me up Monday morning but I wouldn't budge. 

On the train ride down to Blackfriars I gave myself a little pep talk; telling myself: I didn't have to go all out today. I could keep things light and pace myself. But then I walked in and saw the workout and thought, Fuck that, I want to see how heavy I can go. So heavy I went, and it got sloppy. My form was all over the place. During a set of deadlifts if felt likeI was having a minor panic attack. It was like severe stage fright but for lifting heavy things. I started to feel a lump in my throat like I was going to cry. Then a Tom Hanks voice started to scream in my head, "There's no crying in Crossfit. There's no crying in Crossfit!" 

I don't think the workout broke me I think I walked in tired, and broken. Needless to say, it took my be surprise as I've felt fine up to this point. After class I talked to Rich about it and he said most people increase their workout intensity by 10% each week and I've probably increased mine by 20% with the blogging. (I have no clue how he's measuring this. I should have asked.) He advised I just take it easy on Tuesday and still come to class but slow it all down a bit. 

I left the gym frustrated and confused. Not only have I been working out regularly but I've been good with my nutrition and stopped drinking alcohol again. I really thought those two things would help boost my energy levels through out the month. When I got home I announced to Tom, "We're going out for pasta tonight and I'm having wine!"

"...Ok?" replied. 

Over dinner at our favorite Italian restaurant in Camden we spit a bottle of red wine. It was the best thing I did all day. I apologize for nothing.  

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It's just Rowing.

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