SUNDAYRan a 5k + 1 mile the day before. Probably should have ran but opted for snuggles with my tight IT bands instead.
This workout made me want to die. Literally. DIE. In fact, it was a Hero WOD in memory of someone that had actually died in combat, and I wanted to switch places with them.
After yesterday, this wasn't as bad, but it was still pretty miserable.
I shouldn't have went. I knew better, but I always see the hard workouts and think, it can't be that bad. It was. I couldn't finish. Essentially, with this workout you do it like the song 12 days of Christmas. 1, 2-1, 3-2-1, 4-3-2-1, 5-4-3-2-1, and so on. So at the end you're doing 12-11-10-9-8-7-6-5-4-3-2-1. I didn't make it through the 12th round. I reached the time cap and I could have finished, but I had a meeting at 9:30 to attend so I took it as an out before I vomited all over the floor (or peed myself trying to jump rope). I ran 400 of the 1200 meters and just stopped and left. I'm all about pushing myself, but I could feel the tears coming on and my body giving out and it just wasn't worth it on Christmas week.
THURSDAYPre-Christmas! We got massages and my body was sad and happy at the same time.
FRIDAYCHRISTMAS! ALL THE FOODS! ALL THE LAZINESS!
Despite miles on the training plan, running this weekend meant packing extra crap to go run and finding a place to run and none of that was appealing so didn't happen. #notsorry.