I am a new kind of tired.
Like empty-the-tank tired.
Training for a half-marathon is tough enough, but adding new, challenging exercise to the mix is zapping my energy.
Now, what kind of crazy person would start a new workout routine less than a month before a half-marathon? I’m nodding my head. Me.
But I’m not alone, at least not on the crazy, new exercise routine front:
Some great friends and I have decided to take our first plunge into CrossFit, a strength and conditioning program that is taking the world by storm.
We joined a six-week bootcamp, with classes twice a week. It should give us a real taste of the CrossFit world, and, two weeks in, I think we already have a pretty good idea.
CrossFit describes its program as “constantly varied, high intensity, functional movement.” Workouts are typically short and intense, demanding all-out physical exertion.
The classes usually consist of a warm-up, learning new moves, the workout and stretching.
The workouts are usually only 10-15 minutes but they leave you completely drained.
Tonight, the workout was done in pairs. We each ran 400 metres, then split 100 kettleballs, 100 push-ups, 200 flutter kicks, then ran together for another 400 metres. Trust me, it’s so much harder than it sounds. The push-ups are my least favourite. I feel like I have zero upper-body strength.
The classes are a little competitive. Each workout is timed, which I kind of like because it pushes you that little bit harder. Jen and I kicked some butt tonight but didn’t manage to beat the stealth of Julie and Amy.
After the workout, we were blessed with a “special treat.” Squats done in tabata intervals. I don’t even have the energy to explain (nor can I tackle household stairs).
The classes feel so exhilarating and terrible all at once. I guess that’s the point.
Now I only hope I’m not limping too much tomorrow for my planned 8K easy run, my last training run for the YSJ 10K on Saturday.