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The Hazards of a Mostly-Female Box

Well, one hazard, really.

Sometimes you run out of plates.

Yesterday’s WOD came in three parts–clean, bench press, and KB swings.  And because we were cleaning and bench pressing in two groups at the same time, all the 5, 10, and 15 pound plates got snapped up really quickly.

I don’t do much of anything really quickly.  So I missed out on starting with the weight I wanted.

Part 1: EMOM for 10 minutes, do 3 cleans.  Because there were about 20 of us present, we were paired up.  Person 1 did their set, then Person 2.  Note that this is necessary if you’re sharing a bar.  If you’re using different weights, it shouldn’t matter if you stagger your sets.  (This becomes important later.)

Part 2: After a couple minutes’ rest, find your max rep KB swings in 5 minutes.

Part 3: EMOM for 10 minutes, do 5 bench press.  Again, stagger with your partner (although for this one, if you need different weights, there was enough time to pull/add weights).

This is the first time I’ve worked out with someone who… didn’t really make me feel like a part of the group.  For starters, when Coach paired us up (for what reason, I do not know, because we were sorely mismatched), she seemed kind of disappointed.  Rx weight was way over my level of ability; she was doing the prescribed 135#, whereas I wanted 85#.  But because of the plate shortage, I was still searching when the WOD started–so I had to go with 65#.  After a few rounds, I realized it was way too easy, so I said I was going to do 5 reps instead of the three.  Her response?  “Well that leaves less time for me to do my set!”  First of all, we didn’t need to stagger in the first place, and second of all, if she couldn’t start until after I’d finished, isn’t that still… basically a full minute she gets to do her set?  And since my 65# cleans were taking me all of ten stupid seconds… ugh.  Whatever.  (Coach did find me some 10# plates from somewhere–he might have stolen them–so I was able to get some good hard work in after the first few sets.)  And then I tried making small talk during the rest period, and she just stared at me, as if she couldn’t believe I would have the audacity to chat during a very serious time.  We traded partners with a similarly-mismatched pair for the bench press, and I think we were all much happier.  I know I was.

Anyway.  That was my clean section.  I was really, really happy with my KB section–104 reps at 35#!  Of course, Coach didn’t start watching me until the end when I had to rest more often, so I got hollered at, but I got a high-five and a hug when he heard my number, so yay.

Bench press… ick.  I am so, so weak in that area.  My partner and I were doing 73#, and after the first three or four rounds I could only manage 3 reps.  It didn’t help that I was coming to it after a really intense round of KB swings, so my forearms were exhausted and it felt like I could very easily have dropped the bar right on m’face.  But, whatever, I got through it and really I enjoyed the whole WOD.  I remember when I didn’t like KB swings very much… they’ve grown on me in the last few months, and I don’t dread the WOD that has them anymore.

Oh, and my first day back at work was a fun one.  My boss and I literally did nothing but talk all day.  It was pretty sweet.