There are officially nine days until the Crossfit Open begins and something like nineteen days until my first scheduled race of the season (Barry Roubaix). To say this month is exciting is an understatement of monumental proportions (EXCITE)!!!
A glimpse at "Big Mama Miss Berlin" almost put back together...
Both items on the agenda will be without a doubt painful and humbling. Nothing makes me shudder like thinking of those sneaky hill climbs at BR and I would be a fool not to have heart palpitations contemplating what exactly might be the assigned WOD's for each week of the CFO.
One of the best things that will be coming out of both events will be living through the pain with friends and fellow competitors and then talking about the events, rehashing the tiniest details, over the days that follow.
In the meantime, it's one day at a time, one battle at a time in preparation. Number one battle today was the battle of the paczki. They were, of course, everywhere (Tim Hortons, Work, Home, Grocery Store), definitely not a part of my training plan in any shape or form.
I spent the better part of the day commuting with the offenders in my passenger seat (keep your friends close and your enemies closer) and it became a true test of mental fortitude as the day wore on to not devour the little devils (particularly after finishing my workout at the box).
I'm reporting that this particular self-proclaimed WOD tallied a total run time of 16 hours and 20 minutes (and it was a PR).