Sunday is my first wedding anniversary. I should be excited, right? But… we’ve been together for five and a half years, so it kind of feels like just another day. I don’t even have a gift or a card. I know, I know. That’s awful of me. I’ll get a card and I’ll write something sweet and sappy in it, but gifts? I am seriously drawing a complete blank. If he wants something for himself, he usually just gets it. Makes gift giving hard, because there’s never anything he wants but doesn’t have. We’re spending the weekend together, ostensibly doing lovey anniversary stuff, but we have no idea what to do. Dinner out? Sure. But we do dinner out all the time. I really have no clue.
We’re going to the beach on Monday and Tuesday, but we’re going with his parents. Not exactly the most romantic of trips. I’m still appreciative that we were invited at all, though. I miss the beach quite a lot sometimes.
I was thinking about this whole marriage thing today, partly because of my anniversary coming up and partly because one of my coaches expressed surprise when I mentioned “my husband”. I don’t wear my rings when I work out (they hurt when I’m doing anything with a barbell or hanging from the rig) so I guess no one there would have any reason to know I’m married, but I feel so married that I feel like other people should sense it. Like it should be obvious. It made me wonder what Crossfit is like for single girls. Do they date people at the gym? If so, what if there’s a messy breakup? Do they decide who keeps coming to 6pm and who has to switch to 7pm? Or do they pretend it never happened? Ooh, what happens when they each start dating someone else at the gym?
This probably happens all the time, but I’m so busy being obliviously married that I don’t even notice, right? Or is it kind of incestuous to date people at your own gym? Maybe that’s why we have competitions every now and again. Crossfit version of single’s mixers?
I’m so glad I’m married. I mean, there are lots of other reasons I’m glad I’m married, but I’m always happy to find new reasons.
Today we did a pretty long wod that involved some strategy. We did:
1600 meter run
100 air squats
60 push ups
20 pull ups
The strategy part was because we were allowed to split things up however we wanted. Go in order like a chipper? Go for it! Reverse chipper? You do what ya do when you do what ya do! Split it into rounds? More power to ya! It was up to us to decide the best way to tackle it. I loved this because I like having an honest assessment of my strengths and weaknesses. I had to judge for myself where I would falter and how to get past it. So I decided to leave the run for last, because otherwise, I’d be tempted to quit. And if I’m outside running, I can’t watch the clock.
My initial strategy was to go 2x 10 pull ups, 10 dips, 30 squats, 20 push ups, 400 meters then 2x 20 squats, 10 push ups then the last 800 meters. (I assure you, this adds up. I took a fair amount of time today deciding on strategy.) When I got into it, though, I realized I didn’t want to split up the run like that. First, I’d have to run in and out of the building a few times and I’d rather just keep going once I’ve started, to be honest. So I ended up with:
10 pull, 10 dip, 15 squat, 10 push, 15 squat, 10 push, 10 pull up, 10 dip, 15 squat, 10 push, 15 squat and then I took off on a run. (Note here, when I say “run” I mean “light jog”. I’m no speed demon.) That first lap of 400 meters, I stopped every 100 meters to finish the last 40 squats and 30 push ups. I realized I could do these on the go, so I wouldn’t have to keep going in and out of the building! So I split them into sets of 10 squats and as many push ups as I could do without dying, then would run another 100 meters and go at it again.
All that to say, I finished in 26:48. Last to finish, but I felt wonderful. Okay, that’s exaggerating. I felt wretched. But as soon as I finished, I felt like I conquered… something. Whatever.
I felt good.