Ok, maybe not any blood or tears but certainly a lot of sweat and frustration has been produced the last couple of weeks...
If you read any of my previous posts then you should know that I'm currently on a holiday from my holiday and I'm staying in one place and one place only for a month. And why is that you might ask yourself? This question has a very easy answer and it is as follows: Walking up a long hill getting out of breath and having my shorts getting tighter and tighter around the waist has given me the hints on how out of shape i've gotten. Since I still can't run longer then about 3 km because of my dodgy knee and my half hearted attempts of going to different gyms and keep it going has failed for the last 9 month, I knew I had to change my tactic in the work out department! That's when CrossFit came to mind so after consulting Google and having an inner conversation with myself I decided to make Koh Tao my home for a month and sign up with Koh Tao CrossFit.
WEEK 1 -Getting started
I was happy finding out that I needed to do two "on boarding" sessions before I could join the real deal. The on boarding was basically to go over different movements, lifts you would do and then it was finished off with a mini work out. So why happy starting with these two sessions? It meant that I could get a feel the extend of my unfitness :)
So after these two sessions it was time to start for real... First thing on the agenda was 4*400 meters, on time of course. So me and the four boys that was in the group that day got ready to run the four 400 meters with a small rest in between each. Clocking in on an average of 2 minutes 3 seconds on each 400 meter, ending up last back I wasn't pleased. Yes, I know it's not a competition but hey for you that know me knows I get a bit competitive at times like this! After quick calculation I realized that the 2.03 on the 400 meters would calculate to more then 5 minutes per km. That's what I used to keep as average pace during a 10 km run before So defiantly some work to be done here!
Anyhow, after the run there was some strength exercises to be done and then it was over and I was ready for a shower and rest. I was a good girl and showed up the next day to work out again with the thought of "tomorrow is a day of rest". Day of rest came and so did a bacteria infection that stopped me from going back for the next 8 days. Great timing...
WEEK 2 -Up and down and near tears
Kind of fully recovered from bacteria infection 9 days later, I returned to the gym and was met by the "official" Work Out Of the Day on the white board. Trying not to think "there is no f***ing way i can do that", I put on a stiff smiled and tried to get some positive thoughts on my mind. It turns 5 o'clock, the coach Kellie turns to me and says, ok lets get started. I'm the only one there today and I'm very relieved when Kellie modifies the work out and cuts the pull ups, push ups and squats to half for me. I set off on my run, after the run I get to do some modified pull ups, if I had to do 50 normal pull ups then I would still be there a week and a half later! Then it was off to the push ups and with legs that they were made out of jelly after the 150 squats, it was time to do the last run. Somewhat dead I came back after the run having completed the whole WOD in 27 minutes....
And so it went on for the next five days with the only difference of a new coach starting. I showed up at the gym just before 5 PM, checked out the white board, hoped there would be more people then me there, completing the different WODs together and leaving feeling absolutely shattered...
I decided that it was time for a career break. So handed in my notice to the company who I worked with for the last ten years. It's time to pack my bag and depart from Amsterdam which been my home town for the last 4.5 years. -"Amsterdam, it's not you it's me and I need a break!". Read more
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