Belgian Float Trips

Thursday's Crossfit Workout:

4 rounds:

1 min. burpees

30s rest

1 min. toes to bar (I did knees to elbows)

30s rest

1 min. doubleunders (I did regular jump roping, which was surprisingly harder than I remember it being)
30s rest

1 min. pullups (Well I tried my best, anyhow)

2 min rest

It was kind of a bummer not being able to do most of the exercises to their full potential.  My hands were all torn up from all the bar work and I didn't feel like I got as good of a workout as I could have.  Luckily that left me pretty rested up for Friday.  I brought my Garmin in to the gym so I could explore some new areas around work during my run.  I ran a pretty epic 7 mile run (in 58 minutes)!  I was flying.  I don't know if it's all those box jumps, or just feeling like I'm stronger but I was able to push it really hard.  I'm pretty sure that was my fastest 7 miler ever. 

Saturday was planned for a nice kayak workout and then some crossfit with Paul, Tim & Elisa.  That was before we realized that there were pubs along the way during the float.  It turned into an all out drinking float.  We turned a 3 hour float into an 8 hour float.  I got knocked on my butt a couple times and one of the British guys with us tipped our canoe over, on purpose!  It was flipping cold.  

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 If it weren't for the castles along the way I could have completely believed I was in the Ozarks.  It was an unexpected, super fun time.  Needless to say I was feeling pretty crappy on Sunday from all of the debauchery.   So I made egg & chorizo burritos and a batch of super sweet blueberry muffins and continued my health rebellion. 

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 Somehow, I managed to get myself off the couch and go for a run.  No matter how fit you get there are still days when the idea of running just freaking sucks.  I flew my first mile because I was pretty pissed off at myself for slacking off so hard.  I wanted to get my body as far away from home before I gave up, so that at least I would have to drag myself back and would get some exercise that way.  So I ran a half marathon (and maybe burned 2/3 of the muffins I devoured), in a minute slower than my record time in Oberstdorf at 1:51.  So there's that.  You never know how hard you can push yourself if you don't put on your running shoes.