Small Wins
Sep. 18th, 2023 06:33 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
spryngLast week was rough.
Lady finally went to the doctor and was just starting to feel better when Smol Doore decided to spend the night throwing up. Then I was hit by... whatever virus this is... and started dragging hardcore. But because I wasn't feverish/coughing, I tried to push through, even though it felt like pushing through a leaded blanket. Still, I usually take little 20min power naps (comes with getting up so damn early), but when those naps became 1-2 hour unconscious-athons, I knew I must have caught the bug, too.
Then Cabin Girl woke up early Sunday morning complaining about a headache and sore throat and had a fever by midday. She napped, too, which she never does. Poor thing was so pathetic, but also it's been a solid year or more since she's been sick so I'm not surprised.
Anyway, between all that, I didn't write or crossfit at all last week. I barely managed to dayjob; thank goodness for work from home, omfg. I can never go back to an office, or at least non-hybrid, sitch after this.
Okay, that isn't entirely true; I did attempt crossfit on Thursday, which was the first hint that I actually was sick because I dragged so bad through the entire workout. Like, so bad the coach noticed.
I wasn't sure if I'd go today or not, but I only needed one nap yesterday and my alarm went off this morning and I didn't feel like absolute trash and then I glanced at the workout and saw it was deadlift and sprints and went, "I can do that."
And I did. I actually wiped the floor with the other dudes on the sprints, which surprised me, too, hah. And it'd been a while since I deadlifted, so that felt good to get back to.
Anyway, that's not just to gloat, but to reinforce my previous choices of a) not doing workouts when I really feel like crap and b) not doing workouts that will probably hurt me. I skipped last Monday's workout, for instance, back when I wasn't yet sick, because it was insane. Like, dangerously so. So I didn't do it. And I felt a little guilty, and a little weak. But because I didn't break myself on it, I was able to really go balls-to-the-walls on this one.
And it felt good.
So here's to continuing to listen to my instincts and body. Weird, but effective.
Lady finally went to the doctor and was just starting to feel better when Smol Doore decided to spend the night throwing up. Then I was hit by... whatever virus this is... and started dragging hardcore. But because I wasn't feverish/coughing, I tried to push through, even though it felt like pushing through a leaded blanket. Still, I usually take little 20min power naps (comes with getting up so damn early), but when those naps became 1-2 hour unconscious-athons, I knew I must have caught the bug, too.
Then Cabin Girl woke up early Sunday morning complaining about a headache and sore throat and had a fever by midday. She napped, too, which she never does. Poor thing was so pathetic, but also it's been a solid year or more since she's been sick so I'm not surprised.
Anyway, between all that, I didn't write or crossfit at all last week. I barely managed to dayjob; thank goodness for work from home, omfg. I can never go back to an office, or at least non-hybrid, sitch after this.
Okay, that isn't entirely true; I did attempt crossfit on Thursday, which was the first hint that I actually was sick because I dragged so bad through the entire workout. Like, so bad the coach noticed.
I wasn't sure if I'd go today or not, but I only needed one nap yesterday and my alarm went off this morning and I didn't feel like absolute trash and then I glanced at the workout and saw it was deadlift and sprints and went, "I can do that."
And I did. I actually wiped the floor with the other dudes on the sprints, which surprised me, too, hah. And it'd been a while since I deadlifted, so that felt good to get back to.
Anyway, that's not just to gloat, but to reinforce my previous choices of a) not doing workouts when I really feel like crap and b) not doing workouts that will probably hurt me. I skipped last Monday's workout, for instance, back when I wasn't yet sick, because it was insane. Like, dangerously so. So I didn't do it. And I felt a little guilty, and a little weak. But because I didn't break myself on it, I was able to really go balls-to-the-walls on this one.
And it felt good.
So here's to continuing to listen to my instincts and body. Weird, but effective.
