Ughnnn.
Getting out of bed was harrowing. My mind instantly told me that I was never going to recover. I’d need four days off to get rid of this pain. That said, Crossfit decree that 3 days on, one day of is the way forward. Who am I to argue? I am a sore man to argue. I argue but no one listens.
Admin in HQ at base was first, then a walk into town to pick up another flexi pass. The walk did me good and I felt refreshed upon reaching the station of buses. “Flexi pass please”.
“Flex pass? $37.50″.
Yes, yes I’d heard it all before. Off I went to find some food, again anding up in the bizarrely named Primo Coffere. Much munch la la. I looked upon my new Flexi pass. Oh. I looked again. The lady had said “Flex pass”. The card said flex pass. I had been calling it a Flexi pass to everyone in the universe, like a right dick.
No matter.
Border of this, lets go to the gym and suffer. Doug put me in with the young guys’ class. We worked on agility drills, did a warmup and a workout that had me toasted. Because it was young chaps it was light on the weight side, but there were still massively plyometric exercises to come to terms with. I also had to do it in my socks. Reason? My shoes were muddy. Reason? I had ascertained on my coffe(r)e house misanthropy mission that there were no buses running early enough for me to get to the cert on time. What a bitch that was. Somehow, as if by magic, I was to get myself across the bridge of doom.
Post workout I had a nice chat with more Hyperfit attendees and Mike - or MOB as he is called. MOB is a trainer there and was very pleased to hear of my mission from Scotland to suffer complete muscular and neuroendocrine destruction. He would be at the cert tomorrow also. Two cert friends. Hurrah. I headed home. The weather was fine and I almost forgot that I would have a potentially horrific weekend of pain and torture ahead of me.
On hoose arrival, I admined my lunch for the next day and made sure everthing was just so. I have decided that walking the bridge of potential death would be easy at that time in the morning. Coupled with the fact that some yahoo in a Michigan jacket and aviators did it before mine very eyes as I rode the bus home. I say home. It’s two buses to my house. Usually I get the 6 to where E.Stadium meets Stimson and walk the remainder of E.Stadium. Anyway. I decided to head back out and explore the shoe shops / Borders and bike shop I had seen on my orientation as provided by Rachel on day 01 II. This enabled me to acquire the issue of the utterly horrific Muscle & Fiction (okay Fitness) which features an article on Crossfit as per the link. I also ogled a Kona Paddy Wagon and Jake in Wheels in Motion. I must revisit them soon to see if they have any Jake the Snakes in stock.
A trek back to the house and it was all quiet. Study the relevant articles for the cert and get the head down for an early rise.
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