Dec
2
I cried at the gym today. A tiny little tear escaped my eye (a cliche, according to my high school creative writing teacher). No one saw, because I realized crying at the gym is a quick way to get your ass handed to you, so I stopped that shit. But still. I was mad and frustrated and sad.
Today’s WOD was 150 pushups, and everytime you broke position you had to do 10 box jumps. I was told at the beginning to check in once I got to 75.
I got 50.
At 41, we were told to just round up to the next 10, so you better believe I knocked those last nine out. I was fucking sick of them.
I hate pushups. I hate pullups.
I hate them because I can’t do them, and that is unacceptable to me.
