I’m still power lifting, but throwing in the added spice of the doing each of the open workouts this year to the best of my ability. Why? Because I’ve never missed an Open and because it’s fun to bond with others who run the gauntlet. It’s also fun to yell, “I’m going to regionals!” and then poll how many assholes, I mean friends, chuckle at this. Is it bothersome I haven’t done as much CrossFit in the past year to even prep? Yeah. But I always think back to when I first joined at the beginning of February 3 years ago. I was 2 ½ weeks in when I did the open scaled and had no idea about the ass kicking I was in for. Shannon was my judge and I got repeatedly hit in the face going after 150 reps of ten pound wall balls for time. I took off for a dating anniversary weekend to Laguna Beach with Larry an hour after completing it and could barely keep my eyes open by 7 pm that evening. Happy Anniversary, Larry! If I survived repeated beating to the face my first year, I’m pretty sure I can handle this.
I always track my workouts in a journal. Usually I write down the workout, the time and if any body part is bothering me or if there is serious deficiency in movements I want to hone in on later. However, after completing 16.1, I wrote down more emotional reactions. Three days later, fully recovered I laughed at what I saw on the page.

2/26/2016  16.1 WHOOO LET’S DO THIS!
25 ft overhead walking lunge with 65# barbell locked out overhead
Pre-judgement: NBD bring it. Post-judge: HOLY SHOULDERS! Note: Core is getting stronger but plenty of room for growth there. Chocolate bar at night probably not helping the sitch.  Learned to hustle these to save shoulders.  Free the shoulders!

8 bar facing burpees
I’d rename this Barfalicious Burpees. Slowed these suckers down to recover and not barf out of dizziness. No regrets on this strategy. Song in my head for rythm, “Slow motion for me, slow motion for me. Burpee slow motion for me.”

 
25ft overhead walking lunge
Forced to find a positive outlook on the way back, at least I got to move forward and not be stuck in place. Lunge treadmill sucks. Hustled this to rhythm of whatever music was playing. Owie shoulders!

 
8 chest to bar pull ups
Remembered my c2b song here, “lean back, lean back, lean back and do the rock away”
If I had fake boobs, today would’ve been the day my implants would’ve exploded. Anything to avoid a no rep. I. Mean. Anything. 
Repeat this sequence for 20 minutes
Darkness enveloped my soul earlier than expected, at the halfway point. I expected to go to my dark place around minute 13-15. Darkness makes me a poetess in my head: A sad, defeated sounding poetess living out my last days in a dank dungeon somewhere medieval. I do not have magic, nor dragons, just the wailing of my sad poem again and again.   Note: You haven’t been in these extremes for a very long time. Fight the darkness. Swim to the surface sooner next week.