Effing CrossFit Workouts

So with my amazing workout that I’ve been doing (ran twice in the morning last week, put that in your pipe and smoke it), when M asked if I wanted to work out with him today, I was all for it. Thought I would show him how in shape I am now.

Things didn’t go quite as I had hoped.

Let me start from the beginning. He and I were at the same party for his friends’ going away do last night. (They all loved me more than him). I drank way more beer than I had originally planned, what with all the flip cup playing, the need to drink away the awkwardness I feel when I know very few people in the room, and the great taste of Bud Light Lime.

Anyway, I felt so skinny when I woke up this morning, which I attributed, again, to my awesome workout regime. Granted, it could have been the dehydration from drinking, but I prefer to think it’s the former.

Off we go to the track at a local high school (which, by the way, is so nice. We certainly got jipped in the athletics department at our high school). I was pretty excited to get started as I was wearing my new, pretty running shoes. I ran a little on the track and could feel a breeze ON MY FEET. It was so cool (pun not intended but kind of funny anyway).

Our workout was as follows: 400m run, 50 squats, 400m run, 40 lunges, 400m run, 30 burpees, 400m run, 20 pushups.

M’s was different. I don’t know what he did between the runs but it looked pretty difficult.

“Ready, set, go.” And we’re off! I start at a great pace in my pretty shoes (M also got new shoes. I think they’re pretty. I don’t think he appreciates that description). I was feeling great.

Apparently M didn’t think it necessary to run alongside me so we could chat and laugh about our day. He was about 100m ahead of me about 5 seconds into the run.

Fine.

Now, you have to realize that this boy loves himself so much (or is just really proud of his hard work) that he always, without fail, works out without his shirt on. Today was no exception. Thank God he isn’t my sister, because if I had an older sister in as good of shape as M, I would seriously consider eating myself into oblivion. Seriously, I could see his muscles even when he was 200m ahead of me. Like, come on. Put a shirt on (for any ladies that read this and are interested, he is not single. So back off).

I ran the first 400m in under 2 minutes. And then it just went downhill from there.

“Bella! Run!” I got yelled at a LOT as I walked around the track.

“You run.” My comebacks are pretty awesome.

“Cut out the pushups.”

“Can I cut out the burpees?!”

“No.”

God dammit.

I thought that “cutting out the pushups” (which I can do a hell of a lot better than burpees) meant also cutting out the run that went with them. Found that out the hard way. I may have blacked out.

“One more run.”

*gasping for air* “WHAT?”