Our puppy is so ugly right now. Seriously, I still love her, I will always love her, but at the moment she’s going through a reeeeally awkward growth spurt, and she has been savagely, mercilessly beaten with the ugly stick. Her legs are all skinny and weird, and she’s oddly lanky for a Corgi, but the main thing is her head. Oh my GOD does she look stupid. Half her teeth are missing, so she’s got constant Derp Tongue, and she’s got a big bump on her snoot where the cartilage hasn’t caught up with the bone. What’s worse, she’s got crazy, buggy pug eyes right now. And they have different degrees of buggyness. Her right eye pops just a fraction more than her left, so it’s always wandering off to the east while her left eye looks straight ahead. Also we haven’t had rain, so the pollen counts are awful, so she’s got drippy eyes and her face is always stained. And to cap it all off, the poor ugly thing doesn’t feel good. She’s tired from the growth spurt, and her teeth hurt like a sonofabitch, so she’s afraid to eat her dinner. The last two meals have been a mix of soaked kibble and ground beef, so she doesn’t have to chew much, and she wants to eat it out of a HAND, not out of her BOWL. She’s got just four more baby teeth to lose, from what I can tell–one molar and three canines. When that molar comes out, I think she’ll feel a whole lot better. It’s loose, and I want to pull it so badly, but I don’t feel like losing a finger so I’ll just leave it alone.
On a positive note, her adult coat is growing in, and it is gorgeous, all wavy and bright red. I mostly try to focus on that and just avoid looking at her face.
Oh hi! It’s been a week. Between my own fight with the pollen count (I don’t normally suffer from allergies but holy crap my head feels like a bubble of snot), puppy not feeling well, and going straight from work to CrossFit to cooking/eating dinner to spending quality time with my darling to bed… my days have been jam-packed, and blogging has taken a backseat. Later on in my work season, as we start getting shows running and I’m at home during the day more often, it’ll be a little easier to post regularly. In the meantime, things will probably stay a little sporadic.
What have we been up to at CrossFit?
Last Saturday was the typical cardio-heavy, time-intensive, partner WOD. Coach often joins us in working out, so he rarely programs any heavy lifting. It’s mostly bodyweight movements that don’t require him to keep an eagle eye on everyone. It was stuff like box jumps, double unders, and a really fun station (no, seriously) that was a 10-minute AMRAP of ball slams, slam ball cleans, and slam ball wall balls. Wall balls are very different with the slam ball, and I kind of liked it better, although my tendency of catching the ball with my face made me a little nervous (I only did it twice).
Monday was for finding our 1-rep max on strict press, back squats, and power cleans. I PR’d on two of the three! My strict press went up to a whopping 68#. My power clean went to 98# (I wanted that 103# so badly but it wasn’t happening). My back squat ended up tied with my PR of 143#–I brain-farted trying 148# and went straight to 153#, and it was uggggly. I didn’t even go for three fails, the first two were so bad. I needed help bailing out of one of them; I lost my balance and started tipping forward, and there was no way I could chuck it off backward. Scared the crap out of the coach, but I was fine. It did highlight my lack of range-of-motion in my lower half. I always thought it was pretty good, but clearly it needs work, since the bar got ahead of me.
Tuesday was Helen! 400m run, 21 KB swings, and 12 pullups. I sort-of PR’d; my time went up by 20 seconds, but I was able to Rx the kettlebell part, so I’m calling it a win. I finished in 14:14 with jumping pullups. Next goal is to start working on banded pullups (the blue band is not enough, but adding the green band makes it too easy).
Wednesday was a Tabata. *grumble grumble* 20 seconds of work followed by 10 seconds of
trying not to barf rest, for 4 minutes on each movement. Box jumps, which I am SUPER proud of because it was a 20″ box and I jumped EVERY REP, situps, sumo deadlift high pulls, front squats, and hand-release pushups. My scores were 5, 11, 8, 5, and 6. That one killed me–I was okay Wednesday evening, but I got gradually more sore through the day yesterday, mostly in the abs and quads, which brings us up to…
…today. A series of AMRAPs! 3 minutes of 3 deadlifts/3 burpees. 3 minutes’ rest. Then 6 minutes of 6 squat cleans/6 burpees. Then 6 minutes’ rest. Then 9 minutes of 9 snatches/9 burpees. The deadlift round was fine–115#, and I got through 5 rounds + 4 reps. Then the wheels fell off. I don’t like squat cleans on a good day; catching the bar in a squat is scary (I am super careful with my squat, and I don’t like to move through it quickly). And today wasn’t a good day. I did my first round at 75#, then I took off the little plates and did 2 more rounds with 65#. 3 rounds in 6 minutes. Not great. The snatch round wasn’t too bad, I guess… I was just tired. I briefly considered snatching the empty 45# bar, but remembering my snatch failure from last week pushed me to make it 55#. And that was fine. I got it up. It hurt, and I had to rest a lot, but I got it up and it wasn’t ugly. I managed 2 rounds and 9 reps on that.
And now I’m home, bills are paid (pennies are being pinched til they squeak, but bills are paid), and we’re looking at a gorgeous long weekend (4 days, in my case!), which hopefully will bring some badly-needed rain.
All we need is a puppy that doesn’t look like a mutant. That might take a while.