Last night I dragged home after a 5:30am WOD and a full patient load monday. I collapsed in bed at 7:30, and I was out like a light. I woke up for about an hour at 2:00, then I was out again til 8:30. Thankfully, that huge sleep did me a world of good and I woke up full of good cheer and energy. I decided to check the schedule, and immediately committed myself to the 9:45 class. I'll admit, I did look at the WOD. When I saw it was all strength and included the deadlift, I was all in. I love deads.

I threw on my clothes and got over to the box. Bill was instructing, Rick was there, and another gentleman I did not know. I waved and threw my stuff in a box on the wall, then came over and introduced myself. People arrived and we started.

Our SWOD was 5 sets of 3 snatch grip deadlift. I started at 73#. Pretty light. Added 20 for 93#. Did three sets of three. Bill glanced over and checked on me as I stood with my hands on my hips and chest heaving.

"What's up?"

"I'm trying to decide if I want to add on," I glared at my bar.

"Well that's the principle of progressive resistance," he answered. "Add on until your last one is a fail."

I can do that, I thought, and added 20 pounds. I did two more sets, and felt my form failing on the last couple of reps. 113#. I can accept that!

The WOD was uneven, a 16 minute AMRAP with few reps for the power move and three times as many reps for the move that recruits the smallest muscles. Several members commented on flipping the reps, but we did it as written. My elbow and wrist started screaming at me in the first round. I looked at Bill.

"Elbow. I'm gonna strip it and work with the empty bar." He nodded and I stripped my bar and got to work.

16 minutes is a long AMRAP. The deadlift, 3 reps with an empty bar, felt stupidly easy. The overhead press, though, with a grumpy wrist and elbow, was work. Time was called and I felt like my arms were going to fall off. I panted and walked to the fence, swinging my arms.

When I got back to the box I realized I had just finished a workout for my third day in a row. I achieved my first written goal! A quick text later and Tiffany was celebrating with me. Written goals are powerful things. I hadn't even been focused on that goal, but because it was written down my brain was continuing to work on it in the background.That begs the question...what else do I need to write down?