Saturday, February 25, 2012

My fun day of agony

So how's your Saturday going? Mine is being spent in a lot of pain. But, this pain is my own fault. Well, more so Jason's. I tend to blame everything on him. But, really, this is his fault. Because I wouldn't have done the things that caused me this pain if it weren't for him and his super-athletic self. Crappy husband. Making me workout.

First of all, we got up way earlier than normal for a Saturday because we had a race today. As I mentioned in an earlier post Jason and I do 5Ks and we've done (so far) one 1/2 marathon. But the race today was not a "running on a course" race. This was a 30 story stair climb.  We had done this race last year and knew we wanted to do it again (why???).

The way this race works is, you line up in order of bib number at the door to the stairwell. Then one by one the participants are sent into the stairwell with a 30 second increment between each person. From there, ya just hoof it up the stairs.

Me on the last flight. Just gotta cross that mat and I'm DONE.

Oh and let me back up - on the way to this hip and happening event, Jason got a speeding ticket. We were bustling along with everyone else on the highway. When the sneaky bastard tagged us. Oh well. C'est la vie. Anyway back to the stair climb and the rest of my day.

On Thursday I did the Metabolic Effect (M.E.) class at the YMCA. If you don't know what that is, this site has a brief description, just scroll down until you see the class name. M.E. made my quads scream for mercy, and when I woke up this morning, they were still quite a bit sore. The stair climb bought them back to the brink of insanity. Once I reached the 30th story, my quads were very thankful and said, "now, take us home to soak in a hot bath and don't ever abuse us like that again." I nodded my acquiescence and Jason and I proceeded to head home... or so I thought.

In January a friend of ours and 2 of his friends opened a gym - Crossfit Amplitude. Now Crossfit is not for the faint of heart (a.k.a. me the wuss). Jason, of course, signed up immediately and goes twice a week. Along with his Tae Kwon Do classes 3 times a week, and most nights he joins me at the YMCA for different classes (he does the Crossfit and TKD classes during the workday, on his lunch break). My husband is a Beast. I'm pretty sure he's part machine, like Robo-Jason. Anyhoo.

Today Crossfit Amplitude (check out their website) was having their grand opening. Since we were going to pass the gym on our way home from the stair climb, we decided we'd go ahead and stop in to check things out. Unbeknownst to me, you were encouraged to actually partake in some of the exercises. What? No! I'm already tired from the bit o'hell I've already been through. But, the 3 guys who run the gym wouldn't take no for an answer. Oh and a nice big "thanks" to the Hubster who was all like, "you've got this! Yeah, c'mon!" Ummm, you do know that you'll have to hear me whine over my body pain later, right? Ok, fine. What do I have to do to get everyone off my back?

Here's what I, along with hubby and a small group of other victims, had to do: a 500 meter row (on a rowing machine), 40 squats (and the squat only counted if your rear hit this ball that was on the floor. In other words, you had to get low with the squat), 30 sit ups, 20 push ups, 10 pull ups. I had to do those exercises in that order. That doesn't sound too bad. But wait, we're not done, folks! I had 20 minutes to do 4  - FOUR - rounds of these glorious moves. Did I mention I had already done a 30 story stair climb this morning? I'm pretty sure I did. I wasn't able to get all 4 rounds in. I did 2 full rounds and I had gotten up to 26 sit ups in my 3rd round. Honestly, that's not too shabby.

At one point during this hot mess of a workout, I looked over at Jason (who strangely had this happy smile on his face. I swear, he loves this kind of shit) and declared that we were getting divorced if he was going to keep making me do this kind of stuff.  God, he's a sicko.


This is proof of Jason's sickness. 
As for my quads... They are bitching at me big time. Every time I sit down, stand up, shift. Look at them. Jason smirks any time I do any of those things because I whimper. Needless to say, I'm trying to move as little as possible. Oh, by the way, my quads DID eventually get that nice hot bath.  

12 comments:

  1. Good to know that it ended up with some much needed relaxation. Now I've got to convince myself to work out even once a week. Ha!

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    1. Ye, my body is thankful for the relaxation... but I think it almost makes it worse when I finally do get up (to go to the bathroom, get something from the kitchen, etc). This morning, when I got out of the bed I struggled with a moment of thinking my thighs weren't going to help support me. :)

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    2. Oops - that first word is supposed to be "yes."

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    1. Thanks! Now, if I could get my diet in order. I seem to have the working out thing down (somewhat) pat, but the crap I put in my body is horrendous. Sigh.

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  3. I hate exercise. I'm allergic or something.

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    1. Hmmm, allergic. That might explain the reaction I usually have to the whole working out thing.

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  4. Everybody's got an addiction, my just causes pain.

    Hey, with going through that torture as it were, it shows you either really do love me or.... you are just waiting to make sure we have enough life insurance on me before you shoot me while I sleep.

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    1. It's definitely the whole life insurance/shooting you in your sleep thing.

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    2. thought so. hehe. now you know why i stay later than you most nights.

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  5. I still can't believe you superhuman freaks did all of this in one day. Haha! Awesome!!

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    1. Trust me - I can't believe I did that... Jason I'm not to shocked about. He is a superhuman freak.

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