Hope everyone had a great weekend! As you can probably tell, my weekend officially started Thursday evening and I’ve been on vacation mode up until this post.
Dave and I took Friday off, packed our bags, loaded up the camping gear and zoomed out to Pinecrest Lake Resort. My love for this little Sierra gem could turn into an entire blog series, but I’ll give you the high-level: I’ve been visiting Pinecrest every year since I was six months old and ironically, Dave had also spent some time in the same woods when he was a child. I love me some weekend getaways, but Pinecrest will always hold a special place in my heart. The lake, crisp air, hidden trails–all of it reminds me of my childhood.
Let’s not forget the fishing. Now, I’m no bass pro, but I know how to handle a trout fishing pole like it’s my job.
However, I can’t imagine trying to tie the hook or deal with the fish bait for that matter…
And I’m in no rush to learn how to clean a fish either. I just cast and reel ’em in.
Seriously, how serene does this place look? I honestly believe this is my personal heaven.
As with all fun weekends, the three days flew by and we were back to reality today.
This morning’s WOD was a little burner:
- Squat clean and jerk
- Burpee pull-ups
I went with 75lbs on the cleans (which were basically thrusters) and because I’m just out of reach of an unassisted pull-up, I opted for burpee jumping pull-ups.
I have to admit I have a newfound boost of confidence after a conversation with Dave this past weekend. (Yes, Crossfit takes up a lot of conversation time in our relationship)…I’ve been having this internal battle about reaching for the prescribed workout weight or sticking to my comfort zone. My fear is that I will work with the heavier weight, but my pace would be slower than a snail. As we’ve established before, I HATE coming in last and feeling uncomfortable with the weight.
Key takeaways or “Dave-isms”: Just get over it. Whether I’m first or dead last, if I’m pushing myself and improving (slowly) with increased weight, striving for the RX–it will always be worth the extra effort.
So, with these words of wisdom, I’m going to start biting at that RX weight. Little by little, I’ll get there. And once I do, then I can start worrying about time and beating the boys out the door.