Jonesing for a Fix

I woke up this morning and one of the first things that crossed my mind was that I needed a "hit" before I going to CrossFit and I was all out of my current addiction. I looked in my purse... No cash to get some. Then I saw it... my daughter's change purse. I raided my daughter's change purse for... I'm so ashamed to admit this... money for a diet coke. (Note that I didn't say Diet Coke. When you're from the South, it's all "coke" no matter what it really is.) I stopped at the vending machine outside of the grocery store.. it was out of order. I said a few choice words as I drove off (and on to get coffee rather than my beloved diet coke).

I'm sitting here now writing with a Diet Dr. Pepper by my side and all is right in the world. Except... Now that I've gotten my fix and I can think rationally again... Diet drinks are sooooo bad for you!!!

Of course, my other addiction isn't so bad! Oh CrossFit, how I love thee. Except... I have a confession. I've been disappointed by CF twice in the last week and it makes me incredibly sad.

The other day, the CrossFit Headquarters posted a story from an affiliate in California. Take a sec to read it then move onto my rant.

Perhaps it was poorly written and I misunderstood. But I do not see ANYTHING inspirational about this story. The man is a cop and got into a fight while on duty and his arm was broken. He did 91 burpees... whoop dee fucking doo! Obviously we don't know the details of the fight. But the dude got into a fight while on duty!! There's no honor in that!!

If you read some of the responses, you'll see one from him: Good luck to everyone signed for the open and drink more tequila!

Hmmmmmmm..... Maybe I'm being judgmental... I'm known to do that. But I think given the info we have... probably not a stand up guy. That's not to say that if you enjoy a few drinks you're a bad person! Just made me wonder if it all tied in together.



And #2. The WOD for week 2 of the Open (Workout 12.2). Ugh. I first read it and thought it would be a terrible thing to try and hurt my shoulder. (And I know I can't be the only one who can't do these well, so others would be getting hurt, too.. Right?) Then I thought about it more and figured that it didn't matter how many reps I got in really, but just to give it a shot. But something kept nagging at me, so I asked my lifting coach. He's not a big CF fan but he's an intelligent guy. I think that if I were to ask my CF coaches they would believe the same thing. Never in our programming have we had something that could possibly injure us, but I know there are WODs out there that could.

Anyway, his response was this:

The Open WOD 12.2: the snatch and clean & jerk were never meant for this type of scenario. Keeping form for that many reps is difficult even for accomplished oly lifters. Once you get out of synch with your form, bad things can happen.

I sometimes wonder if the CF gods realize that they are ethically committed to not expose their athletes to too much danger. This workout is an injury waiting to happen.

So. My first instinct was right. Then why do I feel like a failure for not even trying to do this?? Will my super awesome little spitfire CF coach be disappointed in me?? I must point out that he didn't say, "don't do it!" He could've. I would've listened. But noooo. He's making me be a big girl and make my own decisions. What fun is that?!? I hate making decisions!! And I hate being put in a position where I'll be judged for my decisions, too. Already a pain in my ass and we haven't been working together for long at all! Oy!

(**I told him the other day that I talk trash about him on my blog. Seeing as how this isn't hidden or anything, I figured I needed to get some in there in case he finds it!**)

Well. I'm out of Dr. P and sad now. Why did I not get the 2 liter?!? WHY?! I have been saying, "just this last time" about my little 20oz bottles (daily) for weeks now and none of them have been the last. Today was the beginning of a new month... a fresh start. And still, I couldn't go without. All because of that stupid mud at my son's school. If I'd never gotten stuck in the mud, I'd never have let myself get that Diet Coke that day after fixing my mess... It's all because of the mud.