Its been a rough morning. I went to train this morning in a great mood. I NEEDED this strength class for many reasons. Part of me wanted to feel like a badass. Part of me wanted to distract my brain from a conundrum I was mulling over by the satisfaction of lifting heavy shit.
It started off well enough. Strength class consists of a warm up followed by different 4-minute stations of various movements. Most of the movements I’ve done before and its all about modifying what I need to (because my injury is not yet 100%) and mentally preparing to slog it out and pace for at least the 20 minutes it takes to work through all of the stations. Everything went well enough until I hit the tire flip. Now, this is a movement I have never done before, I had no idea how much this thing weighed, but I approached it head on. I was super stoked the first few times when I was able to flip it.
I hit a wall during my second rotation of tire flips when suddenly I couldn’t get that tire up and over. I could get it up a few inches and then my grip would slip and down it went. Suuuuper frustrating. Thats when the waterworks started.
I absolutely hate crying during a workout-thankfully I was sweating so much I don’t think anyone noticed. I feel like its a sign of weakness, but really I think I was just frustrated. I pride myself on being able to move a fair bit of weight around and for really attacking workouts. But this week especially I’ve been feeling like my body is letting me down and not only am I not making progress, but I’m getting weaker.
I’m sure its a function of not eating enough protein and not getting enough sleep, plus stress. But its still hard to get over the disappointment that I didn’t perform like a rockstar today.