Weights withdrawal is an ugly thing. It’s rearing its head as we speak. I’m getting the itch and my legs feel weak. There’s a sense that I have become too comfortable. There is no DOMS and there is no way that I could do this again. I have officially gone since Friday without moving a barbell.
Not that I really had a choice. CFC was closed on Monday due to the holiday and on Saturday I enjoyed some time with the CFC crew for a Barbell free WOD. In lieu of squatting on Monday I ran (pick your jaw off of the floor). It wasn’t just a couple of 100’s, or even 400’s. I ran a 5k. The New Haven Road Race, held every Labor Day was a nice little 3.1 mile jog through some nice and some seedy parts of New Haven. While Carlee ran the 20k, knowing that I don’t run, hate to run and dislike runners I still would rather put myself through 23 minutes and 30 seconds of misery than to stand around for nearly an hour and a half with nothing to do except watch people with a misguided sense of fitness zoom, stroll, limp or crawl by me.
It will be nice to get back into the gym and do what I enjoy doing again. I will be picking weight up off of the floor and putting it over my head; not mingling with anorexics chasing down a cheese burger.
You might be wondering how I was able to move fairly quickly despite the fact that I don’t really do any conditioning, let alone jog. The answer, while not blowing in the wind, is very simple. I work hard, have strong legs and can tolerate pain and being uncomfortable. Through years of swimming and the past two years of serious weight training I know that the discomfort I feel while doing something is only temporary and that kicking ass and taking names (my two qualities that I cherish the most) takes being uncomfortable. Now, I won’t be running in too many races, it doesn’t appeal that much to me, but I could see myself doing Turkey Trots and stuff like that, at least for the t-shirt.
Here is my 5K playlist'
Lustra - Scotty Doesn't Know ( a young Matt Damon everybody!)
