One down...

I went to open gym this morning intending to work on my jerk. We did it three months ago, at my second WOD ever, but I'd missed the days it was on the schedule again in the next 12 weeks. I needed to establish my PR.

I worked from the rack. 45# bar, not a challenge. 65# (two 10# plates), a challenge but not insurmountable. 85# (two additional 10# plates)...yeah that's not happening. I topped out very quickly, which I tend to do on upper body. I looked at the bar and decided to try 5# plates. Took off the 10s, slid on 5s. I got one 75# jerk. Awesome! Tried for the second but didn't have it. So 75# was definitely my PR.

I wrote it on the board and went to sit on a box next to Ashlyn. We were idly chatting when Stef walked in and came straight to her.

"These are the t-shirts I'm thinking about," he showed her pictures. She had pictures of her own to compare. They debated and planned. Stef turned his head and looked at me.

"Hey, you want a t-shirt? I usually get a couple for Bill and Pat in XXL," he offered. His tone was just conversational, not accusatory at all. I nodded and agreed that he could add an additional shirt to "Bill and Pat's order" for me.

Then Stef looked at me, turned and walked into the office, and came back with a shirt in hand. He held it up in front of me and said, "here, go put this on." I tried to demure--it was a size smaller than I had asked for--but he insisted I go into the office and try it on. Nervously, certain everyone was watching me, I walked across the floor and shut myself in the office.

My t-shirt off, I pulled Stef's shirt on. I smoothed it down. Mmm, baby cotton, so nice! There were no mirrors in the room. Did it fit? It seemed to fit. It wasn't pulling anywhere...but it was touching my skin. Was that bad? Did this fit? I experimented with pulling my stomach in. Was that better?

I turned to open the door when it opened toward me. I shrieked, nervous and edgy, and Ryan just looked at me with raised eyebrows. I slipped by him and went over to Ashlyn and Stef.

"Um, does it fit?" I twitched nervously.

Ashlyn's face lit up in a smile. "It fits! You look good! I meant to tell you when I walked in that you were looking slimmer!" I grinned at her, giddy.

"Well then I guess I'll buy this one." I went to my car, got my $20, and gave it to Stef. We fist-bumped. Mick and I fist-bumped. There was fist-bumping everywhere!

I am a size smaller. Go me!