Almost died...
88° in the box, and a WoD aimed to destroy. First and foremost, I don't do well with heat. Never have. This eve's workout showed me unequivocally that I need to suck it up and make the morning WoDs in the summer. 100 Thrusters (95/55) No problem, right? Well let's throw on top of it a 5 burpee EMOM just to make things interesting! So at the top of every minute we do 5 burpees and then hit the thrusters until the next minute. This flippin' blew!! Coupla things: A) I already mentioned the heat. I should have identified this as a potential problem for me. B) I want so badly to up my weight and start approaching some Rx values. You know what, a 100 thruster + burpee EMOM WoD is NOT the time to do it! I managed 20 of them in the 1st 3 rounds and was spent, busted, and warped. Dropped to 75# until the point I started worrying about myself. (discussed later) "I ain't the sharpest tool in the shed." Oh but believe me, I am a tool!! C) Another Pro for the morning WoDs, I am finding that although I struggle with the early hours I am obviously more spent and weak after working all day. The morning workouts I attend have been much more productive and less risky injury-wise. Seriously though, I was worried about myself a bit tonight and pulled way back mid-WoD. (@ approx the 17 minute mark and around 50 thrusters in) My head felt like it was on fire, I could not catch my breath, I started getting nauseous, and at one moment I convinced myself that I stopped sweating. I probably should have quit as these are all bad symptoms, but I stepped outside and dumped water on my head, took a full minute to catch my breath, came back in and drastically reduced my weight (75# to 55#), and finished at just a moderate pace (3 thrusters/rd). Water, Fit Aid, and an Epsom salt soak later and I'm feeling better. Seriously though, take care of yourselves. We all love this so much but it is vital that we identify the line between pushing ourselves hard and overdoing it to the point of risking injury, heat exhaustion, heat stroke, or... gasp... rhabdo. So hopefully lessons have been learned. I don't think Judy is ready to go back yet, so I'll use tomorrow as a recovery day and hit the box on Thurs MORNING! I am going to crawl back into my coffin now.