Well great. Just GREAT. Fine and dandy. Saturday, my first work out back in Seattle, my first workout with John and Melanie and all the Calpians, I go and fuck up my wrist. Like ROYALLY fuck it up. Not just "Ow this kind of hurts." I mean like go to the ER in agony type fuck-up. Just great. Goodbye nationals.
Started out nice enough.
I was rocking the cleans up until that fucking 75. Mentally I just wasn't there. Went under it too late, caught it out front, forced my wrist all the way back, heard a bunch of cracking and popping, and the rest was history. Couldn't move it more than 5 degrees either way. I just completely broke down after that because I knew it was bad. It never hurt like this the last time I fucked it up, and the fact it hurt this bad ... well I knew it was bad. So I had a major cry-session for like an hour. Then I squatted.
100/2 -- major PR, but with a MAJOR spot. But I still did it, so I'm counting it.
sit ups: 3x20
Am: sprint across soccer field, 10 air squats, sprint back, 10 air squats: 10 times.
Pm: 3 rounds: 21 knee to chest, 21 KB swings (1 arm), 21 squats, 21 lunges (each leg)
Breakfast: bowl cottage cheese, olive oil, 1/2 apple, almond butter
Snack: 3/4 c coconut milk, 1/2 scoop protein powder, raw cocoa powder
Dinner: soup with beans, kale, celery, tomatoes, squash, zucchini and Italian cheese; salad w/ smoked salmon and steak, olive oil