No Tears (rhymes w/ Fears) for Tears (rhymes w/ glares)

Thursday, June 27;

I knew I wouldn't make it in to Friday morning's class. I also had a little bit of free time Thursday afternoon, so I decided to take advantage of the hot temps and down time. Right after I got home from work, I threw on some running pants and shoes and headed out the door. I did a quick mile and a half run to these pullup bars that are on Four Mile Run. I thought it would be a great idea to hit a partial Cindy, and then run back home for a cool down. I was really pumped about doing a crazy, quick workout at the pullup bars, and I was really excited about a pseudo-Cindy. I haven't done that workout since the shoulder blew, because the pullups and pushups were no good.

Workout:

1.5 mile run

10 rounds

5 pullups

10 pushups (from knees)

15 squats

1.5 mile run

The pullup bars are just monkey bars, so I'm able to hold on to two bars and do the pullups with my hands parallel. They feel really good on my shoulder. The only downside is that the bars are medal and then covered with paint. Trust me.. it can lead to a little suffering.. I'd come to find out soon.

I got myself set up.. Layed out 10 rocks so I could keep track of my rounds. Staked out the perfect spot for pushups (which turned out to be a little less than perfect, but made me look like a serious bad ass).. and got the stop watch set.

3, 2, 1...

The first few rounds were great.. I got through round 4 or so in less than a minute each. Then around round five I realized that the pushups (still done from my knees) were kicking my ass. My back was on fire, and so were my arms, and my shoulders (in a good way).. another thing I didn't forsee was that my knees were also a mess. The place I had staked out to do pushups was actually a dirt pit filled with rocks. What I didn't realize was that the rocks and dirt stick quite nicely to you, especially when your sweating balls.

By the time I got to round eight is was covered in rocks, dirt and sweat, and I was dragging some serious ass. I was encouraged to finish up because a group of middle school boys on their bikes had begun to gather and gawk. A little creepy.. usually when this happens I say something like.. "If you're going to watch, you have to join me." That generally scares people away.
I make it to the end of round 9 and take a look at my hands, which are also covered with rocks, dirt and sweat. I can make out a glorious callous tear on my LEFT HAND!!! You got it.. the injured left arm is now the proud owner of callous. Pure proof that it can take a serious ass kicking once again. Yay!

I had one more round to go.. I finished up, hit the stopwatch, and noticed the beautiful tear on my right hand. I guess sweaty hands and pullup bars aren't a great combination. God, I love Crossfit! My time kind of blew, but I think under the circumstances it's sufficient. Then I dragged ass all the way home to clean up my hands and hop into a much needed shower.