Another Chance

So today Megan and I went back for our second class. I had read somewhere that people puke at the end of the WOD. I think maybe they ate too much before the workout so, just to be on the safe side, I eat 2 hours before.

The instructor was a different person but the WOD was just as hard. Again, we had to partner up. Thank goodness Megan is there to partner with me or I would have had a flashback to my 8th grade dance - me, a chubby girl with glasses holding up the wall while boys snuck past. At least another "athlete" (that's what we are called) chatted with Megan briefly. Again, another flashback to junior high where I was best friends with Susan,  the most popular girl, and watched as the boys circled her like sharks after a seal - and I was crawfish.

My intimidation factor was way down today. Frankly, I didn't care what other's thought. I guess that is a box step up (get the joke?) from Tuesday. We lined up outside and had to run. I just shrugged my shoulders and walked. Oh well.

Because I can't run, I have to use the rowing machine instead. Sadly I find out that Marc had miscalculated the meters I was supposed to row last time. Of course he calculated down. So today, when people are running 400m, I have to row 500m. Huh??? Okay, no problem. Except when it is the 5th 500m I'm doing. I was winded but feeling okay until I stood up, Whoa Nelly. I almost lost my balance cause my legs would not cooperate. I then had to hold my kettlebell and do box step ups. My mind said "That's easy" but my legs said "Who are YOU talking to?" Same with those damn burpees - my legs forgot they were part of my body.

But Megan and I perservered. I got a lot more leg work and she got a lot more upper body work but we worked together. I hope I held my own today. It certainly felt like it. Just to be on the safe side I'm not going to ask her.

At the end we discovered that we completed the same number of reps as the rest of the group. The only difference was that I was using a 6 lb medicine ball instead of 15 and a 25 lb. kettlebell instead of a 50 lb. But when all is said and done, averaging for age, etc., we did the same workout as everyone else. And I didn't puke.