My last post was over a month ago. We went on vacation--a long road trip to Portland/Vancouver and home down the coast-- for a week over the new year. It was a wonderful drive, lots of talking and laughing and music, and I was very glad to have the chance to spend the time with my husband. Then we got home, the night before my rebirthday. I woke up that morning and did some errands, then decided I was feeling poorly and was going to lie down for awhile. 17 hours later, I dragged myself into work and suffered through the day. "Don't hesitate to call in," my supervisor told me that evening. And thus I was out with the influenza virus for a week. I dragged myself back into work, running at about 65%, the next week and suffered through. The next week I started to feel a bit more like myself. By the time I was completely myself again, three and a half weeks had gone by and January was gone.
The influenza virus is no joke this year. I usually have a robust immune system, and this slapped me down hard. Two days after I went down with it my husband started rocking a 102.6F fever, so he went to Urgent Care and that's where he was diagnosed. They gave him Tamiflu, but because I was outside the 48 hour onset window (I had been self medicating with Nyquil and pineapple orange juice, and the combination of aspirin and vitamin C meant I never broke a high fever) I had to suffer through without any help. And I did, and I'm fine now--just a bit of the productive cough left--but I was shocked by how firmly I got slapped down.
What it meant, though, was that January was gone before I knew it, and with January that "New Years" resolve. I did the best I could, but there was a bit of time there when "the best I could" was a couple of pieces of pizza and a glass of orange juice for the day. I haven't yet been to the box regularly this year. I went twice on vacation, and had a wonderful WOD at Crossfit Roseburg. I also went to Crossfit Pearl District in Portland. I was happy to go to different boxes, and full of plans for attacking my WODs fresh in the new year.
Then I got sick.
I went to the saturday free class last week, and was shocked by how far back I'd slid. I knew my lungs were battered, but I was truly shocked by the fact that I couldn't even make it through a full fence run (200 meters). We had a 15 minute AMRAP, and I just focused on my own workout and kept going. Saturday's workouts are for beginners interested in testing out the Crossfit style of workout and the box, so it was all bodyweight work. In 15 minutes other people finished 7, 9, 11+ rounds. I finished 5. I spoke briefly with Mick, and sulked a bit about how fast I'd lost everything I'd worked so hard to develop over the previous 4 months. "It'll come back faster than that," Mick assured me.
I came tuesday. I opted for OFP (Own F^king Program) because I didn't think my lungs would handle the running in the prescribed WOD. Still battling the immense fatigue and lack of stamina, coupled with a sharply ramped up work schedule, I didn't make it into the box again. Then it was saturday again, and I decided to go to the beginner's intro WOD.
We have quite a few new members, and I recognized very few people. None of the regulars were there except Emily and Sian. Hmmm. Did something happen? I've obviously been really out of the loop. It turns out that everyone else was at the Battle At the Barracks, and I'd forgotten. Oops. I'm sorry guys, you know I'd have come to cheer you on!
We've been in the process of setting up a bigger box around the corner, and today was the day that everything had to be moved. Our WOD consisted of:
*with a partner, grab two bars and transport them to the new box 1/4 mile away
*run back and do 30 box jumps
*grab a medball and transport it to the new box
*run back and do 30 pullups
*grab a kettlebell and transport it to the new box
*run back and do 30 pushups
This was great for me. There were no times, no weights, nothing recorded on the whiteboard. It gave me a chance to complete a WOD with no competitive edge at all. With nothing recorded, I wasn't even competing with myself. I had a chance to do these "crazy Crossfit things" and get familiar with the feel of the iron, but no opportunity to judge myself and find myself lacking. After the exhaustion of last week, I needed an opportunity to get back in the box and push myself gently. I couldn't have asked for a better return.
Onward to February!
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