Frustration

Yesterday's WOD was not particularly daunting at first glance. However, I was starting at a disadvantage from my running jaunt on Monday. I must've been pushing it too hard or not focusing enough on my footstrike, because the inside of my left arch, near my instep, was hurting most of yesterday. Add to that I slept funny on my back/shoulder Saturday night so my upper back and shoulder blade have been hurting for two-plus days.

The WOD was:

Power Snatch
3-2-1-1-1

then

AMRAP in 6:00 of:

-25 Double Unders
-10 burpees (minus the pushup)
-100m sprint
then rest 1:00

3 rounds of that.

Power Snatch:
I need to continue being diligent on my squat therapy and hip work, because my trouble came from not getting under the bar fast enough and resetting my knees before locking out. The weight didn't feel like it was too heavy, but I was having trouble nonetheless. Bill reminded me of the squat therapy stuff, so it's just another thing I need to be sure to hit before every WOD and at home when I've got a few spare minutes.

Result: 30-30-30-35-35

DU/Burpee/Sprint:
Ah yes, here's where everything came unraveled. I generally suck at burpees, and my double-unders are getting better, but I still can't rip off more than 15 in a row with any consistency. Running is usually my forte.

So on the first round, I got through the DUs okay, nothing special, though it's easy to feel pathetic when Jennie is next to you ripping off 25 DUs before you can blink. Burpees were slow, as per usual. Then came the first 100m sprint. Well, my foot and ankle were sore, but I figured I could get through this. About 50m in, I realized I was going to regret running, period. I hobbled back and managed to complete the 6:00 round, but my frustration led me to screwing up my DUs every rep or three. So when the round was over, I stalked into the Fort (this part was outside in the parking lot), ripped off my shoe and sock, and threw them down in disgust. I probably used some non-family friendly language too. Okay, not probably.

Bill came over asked what my deal was and I explained. He asked if I could still do the DUs and burpees, which I didn't want to do, but saw no reason not to. I simply let my frustration over my foot get the best of me, so I only did about 4 minutes of the second round instead of sucking it up and figuring out how to modify the workout and get something out of it. I continued to screw up my DUs, enough so that Zach and Bill had to repeatedly tell me to stop letting them get into my head.

I finished the workout, but all in all, it was a pretty big disaster. The physical problems were bad enough, but letting myself get overly emotional about it and hurting my performance even further was just plain stupid. If I hadn't had two of the coaches reminding me, I probably would have quit entirely after round 1.

Lesson Learned: Better to modify a workout than stop completely, if the injury allows.