We’ve Drifted Apart.

I was flat-on-my-back sick Wednesday. I slept until noon, ate lunch, slept from 1 until 4, ate dinner and watched TV, and then slept from 8 until 8 the next morning. While I felt much better yesterday and even better today, I’m certainly not 100%. And it shows. I’m in a miserable mood.

There could, however, be a number of factors contributing to my feeling this way, including but not limited to the following:

1. I may be experiencing yet another mid-life crisis. Does mean that I’ll live to be 98? Perhaps I should go ahead and get my fourth tattoo.
2. In general, being bored with CrossFit in general and CFZ in particular.
3. Having far too short of a vacation. Four days just wasn’t enough.
4. The upcoming election. I fear what additional rights will be stripped if a conservative is named to the Supreme Court. As an aside, does Clarence Thomas not realize how hypocritical it is to say that gay marriage is wrong yet interracial marriage is just peachy? Wasn’t it just a few decades ago that the religious right was making the same arguments against interracial marriage that they are now making against gay marriage? I can think of many other things that will bring about the downfall of society, you know, like a lack of natural resources, overpopulation, global warming – but not gay marriage.
5. Listening to Country music.

Perhaps the only person who doesn’t feel the impact of my bad moods is Jeff, as I’ve learned that he just won’t put up with that shit. That, and our relationship is far too important for me to jeopardize.

I do take my bad moods out on Michael Kelley, and I really shouldn’t do this. I have a difficult time even making eye contact with him, let alone being polite and friendly, when I’m in one of my moods. I’m not a very good friend. I realize this.

I arrived at CFZ at 7:40, and Michael Kelley, Britt, and Lux had already arrived. Michael Kelley was lifting – and the Country music was blaring. My ears felt as if they were going to bleed. I could stand it no longer, and I retrieved my noise cancelling headphones from my car and listened to my own music. I immediately felt much, much better.

I waited until exactly 8am and then changed the Pandora station before beginning the warm up for the 8amers.

The scheduled WOD was Filthy Fifty. Even if I weren’t feeling less than 100%, I wouldn’t have done Filthy Fifty. As I told Michael Kelley: been there, done that, bought the tee shirt. I find little about Filthy Fifty to be challenging, and having done this WOD perhaps more times than any other benchmark WOD, I find it boring. “But, Paul, you could try for a faster time!” Why, I ask you, why? What will this accomplish? I’m not competing with anyone but myself, and I’m not even competing with myself right now. “But, Paul, you’re so close to being under 20 minutes. That could be a goal.” Why, I ask you, why? And leave me the hell alone!

I coached the 8amers, and every last person did a spectacular job. Of note, Jeff completed Rx and Travis stuck with it until the very bitter end.

Even when I’m in a shitty mood, it has little impact on my coaching. I remain calm and patient. I managed the time very well without pitching a hissy fit. Just saying.

As planned and agreed upon by Michael Kelley, I completed the Hero WOD, Kelly.

“Kelly”
5 rounds for time
Run 400m
30 box jumps, 24”
30 wall ball shots, 20# & 10’ target

I had planned on starting with the 9:15ers, but as Kristin need to borrow my box, I waited until she had completed box jumps and then started 4 minutes into the WOD.

It was cold this morning, and my toes immediately went numb. I had a very difficult time getting into a rhythm for box jumps, and did all 30 of the first round from static stand on the floor. My legs felt incredibly tired from the start, and I thought it was only going to get worse. Fortunately, it got better. With few exceptions, I completed the remaining box jumps by pausing briefly at the top of the box, and then immediately jumping when my feet touched the floor. I did, nonetheless, miss about 5 box jumps throughout the metcon.

I completed the first 4 rounds of wall ball shots in reps of 15, 10, & 5, and the last round in reps of 10. For one brief moment I thought, I’m not going to be able to do these last 10 wall balls.

Sometime during the third round I got a very bad side stitch on my right side that didn’t go away until well after I had finished the metcon.

As I was completing wall ball shots during the third round, Michael Kelley approached while I was briefly resting. He said, “You got this, Paul.” I wanted to punch him in the f@cking throat, for he knows that of all of the things he can say to me this is the phrase I find to be the most annoying. What have I got, exactly? Good looks? A wonderful personality? A nice ass? Coach me; don’t cheer for me. I immediately said, with a very sarcastic tone, “Really?” I didn’t hear his reply.

I completed “Kelly” in 26:28. To the best of my recollection, I’ve only done this metcon once before, and that was almost 2 years ago and in a time of 27:37.

I think I need a change of pace and a change of scenery. Thus, I’ve contacted Kirk and Josh from CrossFit Brier Creek and they’ve agreed to let me join them for 6am WODs next week.

I won’t be coaching the Community WOD at CFZ any longer. Enough said.

As I was departing, I let folks know that Jeff would be spending the weekend at his mother’s condo in Wilmington, and that I would be home alone. I received not a single invitation to dinner, the movies, etc.

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One thought on “We’ve Drifted Apart.

  1. Well. . . all I am going to say is that I had to check your blog to see if you were “ok”. . . and that even though I don’t know you that well, I like you and that I know one way or another you are going to figure all of this out. . . and that I missed you and your awesome coaching this morning. . . and that I can’t even imagine how hard it is to be oppressed by a bunch of fucking political idiots . . .and yes. . . i know that this is a long run on sentence with many grammatical errors… but screw you .. . you can handle it 🙂 (written as I drink the last of my hoppy home made neighborly beer)

    I hope to see you soon 🙂

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