Starting is the hardest part
The past week or so has been a bit of a revelation for me, a learning experience if you will. Two weeks ago I was on top of the world. I was feeling awesome. I was killing every single workout. I felt like there was no stopping me. Then I got a head cold. Then I stopped eating. And the wheels fell off the bus big time. Friday I didn't know how I was going to get moving again. Then yesterday happened. Although I kind of didn't feel like it, I forced myself to head out to Crossfit yesterday morning. I hadn't gone in 3 days and needed to get back in the groove. I walked in and saw the Filthy Fifty on the board. Oh Crap!!!! The Filthy Fifty is: 50 box jumps 50 pull ups 50 kettlebell swings 50 walking lunges 50 knees to elbows 50 push presses 50 good mornings 50 wall balls 50 burpees 100 jump rope (this should be 50 double unders but I can't do 50 yet) I saw that and thought, great, I've just taken 3 days off because I wasn't feeling well and I come