If I had to order things according to magnitude of excitement, I'm the most excited about my hockey game on Sunday night. It can be hard to get guys on the ice during the summer. There is a lot to battle. There are golf courses, cookouts, vacations, and hangovers that all cause our numbers to dwindle. Well, we had six skaters Sunday night. That means that you have 5 on the ice, and only 1 sub. Only 1 person gets to rest at any given time, and the others have no choice but to skate. I'm not complaining mind you. That means that we get a lot of ice time, which is what we are all there for anyway.
It isn't the ice time that I'm excited about though. I'm excited because I skated hard the whole game, and rarely needed to hit the bench. In an earlier post, I mentioned that I thought CrossFit has helped my on ice endurance. Sunday night proved that it has. I think I could have stayed on the ice for just about the whole game, but I didn't want anyone to get stuck on the bench. If the one person on the bench looked ready to come out, I was happy to oblige.
Most (well maybe all) of the guys on the team are at least as good if not better than me, but I get out there and grind hard every game We won 10-3, and I have to note that it felt good at the end of the game when my team complimented how hard I worked. They calked it up to the marathon training, but I know better.
The second thing that I'm excited about involves my lungs. I got back to running on Sunday. I had to run 12 miles. I did the first 7.2 outside, but it was way to hot to finish out there. As I'm sure everyone knows, it is HOT! I felt like the sun was cooking me. So, I finished on the treadmill. And I'm going to break my rule here, but I hate running on a treadmill. Anyway, I'm excited because I noticed that my lungs weren't limiting me in any way. They weren't any where close to fully engaged. And I can remember a time when a run of any length would have me huffing and puffing. Now granted I was going a little slow because of the heat and distance involved, but it is still a huge improvement.
I have a couple of workouts to log. The other day Bobby, Tommy, and I had to finish a team 5K on the rowing machine. We took turns on the rower, and we could only row 250 meters at a time. In order to get onto the rower, we had to do 10 burpees, which we could only start doing once the person on the rower was finished. We did this for time, and we ended up around 28 minutes. That wasn't quite fast enough, so we had to do 20 Turkish get ups with a sand bag. The workout was diabolical.
Finally, Jay held a pull-up class on Saturday morning, and it helped a lot. I'm happy to report that my shoulder didn't pop out once, and my form improved. I'm going to take that as a sign of improved shoulder stability. I did tear the hell out of my hands though. Let me tell you that peroxide on the hands post pull-up seminar does not feel good. Oh and I was being lazy while doing box jumps and scraped my shin on the corner of the box. I have the distinction of being the first person to need the first aid kit at Friendship Crossfit. However, people have told me that I need a cooler story about how I hurt myself. The official story is now that I was saving a litter of kittens from a burning home.
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