CrossFit: From serf to King of the World and back to Duke of a small principality

Today was one of those days in CrossFit when you feel like you’re on top of the world and then you feel that the world has decided it’s going to sit on your chest for a while…

First a clever (devious?) warmup awakened all the sore muscles from the last few days’ workouts, and then it was on to strength training.  You know how you feel strong when you lift something heavy?  That’s cool.  You know how you feel weak when you can’t lift something light?  That’s not so cool.  Power snatch?  Cool.  Snatch squat?  Not so cool.  It’s practically the same, and yet it’s completely different, and that’s one of the hidden subtleties of CrossFit.  It’s not just constantly varied in the big picture (e.g., strength to metcon to mobility), but also on a micro scale (e.g., power snatch, squat snatch), even within a movement!  After strength training, it was a broken down piece of a movement separated by box jumps.  Here’s where King of the World comes in.  12″? No problem (couldn’t step up on a 12″ box 6 months ago, now that little box looks so weak and pathetic).  18″? No problem.  24″? Okay, gotta concentrate, that’s a long way up. Yes!  Got it.  30″? Are you effin’ kiddin’ me?  30″?  Dude you have a prosthetic hip.  YES!  30″ goes.  That’s effin’ amazing!  36″?  Really?  Are you even considering that?  How are you going to explain the surgery to your wife after an epic fail?  Shup up failure voice.  Amp up the try it voice.  36″?  YESSSSS!!!!!!!!! I am the KING OF THE WORLD!  Dancing and jumping on top of the 36″ box!!!  King of the World!  The French Press probably wants to take topless pictures!  (Okay, let’s not get insane…).  But too soon box jumps are over and its Metcon time.  And just that suddenly, the king of the world is deposed, relagated to prince, and then all the way to Duke of some small out-of-the-way principality named YkantIbreathistan.

All that, in just one workout.  I wonder what tomorrow’s WOD will be….