I think I know what dying feels like.
One word: crossfit.
So, the sister's neighbours are totally into this workout called "Crossfit". "It's 6:30 in the morning and I've probably completed 2 workouts already" totally into it. They work out all the time. And, when they are not working out, they are thinking about their next workout. They even make up their own workouts. Or, they follow the plan here: www.crossfit.com.
When we were invited for a swim in their pool. I went. But, I should have known better. What was a little swimming relay became a crossfit relay.
Let me explain: first, swim 6 laps of the pool, then run, uphill, to the top of the driveway, around the big rock, back to the picnic table, do 21 box jumps on the bench of the table, run down the side of the house, pass the trampoline, around the far tree, up the hill, to the pool and tag your partner. Repeat 6 times.
So, who was my partner? The crossfit kid who dreamed this whole thing up! He wanted to make sure the teams were "even". Yah, thanks, pal. I guess my rash guard didn't cover up my flab well enough.
The "race" begins.
I'm doing alright in the pool. Well, I guess this can't be that bad...
Until the run. Flipping, uphill run. In barefeet.
Now, the wheezing begins and I can't believe I don't have my puffer.
Stupid asthma. Bad timing.
Compete against yourself. And, my 10 year old, who seems to have no problem with this little workout!
Box jumps-- on the concrete steps-- stub my toe. Chip my nailpolish.
Run through the pain.
Avoid the doggie doo.
UP the hill.
To the pool.
Tag my partner. Phew.
I have to repeat this 2 more times.
By the third round I've switched to the breaststroke and am full out wheezing.
But, I finished. In second place.
You must know this about me: my husband does all the working out for both of us. But, with my new fit goal, and to be a good example, I think I'll be doing more things like this in the next while.
And I will always have my puffer on hand.
