Ugh. I’ve been cleaning the house today. Our house is never in really terrible shape, but it’s pretty much never really spotless, either. I realized the other day that there was a rather thick layer of dust on everything–living on a gravel road has its disadvantages. It’s a bit frustrating, though, because we’re also still in a little post-moving limbo. There are pictures to hang, but we’ve not decided where to hang them. There are ornaments and tchotchkes still in boxes because we have no shelves on which to place them yet. And… we kind of ran out of steam after painting, so there are some things we just plain haven’t unpacked yet. Even though it’s all more-or-less tidy, it still feels cluttered. I’ve been sort of waiting for a chance to sit down with Jason and find homes for everything, but I think I’m just going to have to do it myself and tell him where crap is.
I just want money, so I can buy a home for everything, be it a shelf, box, basket, or bin. The easier it is to have everything organized, the more likely I am to keep up with it.
Anyway, moving on to last night’s WOD.
It sucked and I hated it.
- 500m row
- 25 burpees
- Max rep pullups
- 3 rounds, starting ten minutes apart; the faster you finish, the more rest you get.
I think Tuesday’s hammering took a lot of wind out of my sails. Neither my head nor my heart was in it. Right from the beginning, I was struggling with the row, which normally doesn’t give me too much trouble. I think my first row was in the 2:12 neighborhood, which is pretty slow for me. I rarely have any problem going sub-2:00 on a 500m row, especially right out of the gate. I just couldn’t find any energy or drive. Then on to 25 burpees… slooooowly managed that. And then my max-rep pullups were just stupid. I had decided early that I wanted to try banded pullups. I guess I’m still not quite strong enough for that. I managed two. TWO PULLUPS. I decided to hold myself up on the second one as long as I could, since I wasn’t going to get any more reps in. I think I held it for, like, three seconds. The only good part about the whole workout was my final row, which I did in exactly 2:00, but I was so wiped after that, I had to take a pretty serious breather before buckling down on my (s.l.o.w.) burpees. Once again, I was the last one working out. I was so dejected that I didn’t even bother writing down my times or reps. I was so wiped, and so sweaty, when we got home that I had a hell of a time getting my bra off.
I don’t know what was going on with me. I thought I had eaten enough lunch, but maybe not. I even took a nap yesterday afternoon, and I almost never nap. Slept fine last night, although I had some weird-ass dreams. In one, I was living at my parents’ house, and I looked out the window and saw some guy in a Tyvek hazmat-type suit and respirator dousing my garden and herb beds with weed killer, and I marched out there and gave him the what-for and he called me a hippie.
Anyway, now it’s chucking down rain, Tegan is sleeping with her eyes creepily half-open and rolling around, and I need to stop avoiding housework.