Crossfit, the “Emotional Nutcase” Edition

Everyone is different. Part of the fun in life is figuring out what kind of different you are. Do I like to write on a computer or with pen and paper? Do I like large parties, or are nights with a few good friends preferred? Dog or cat person? I hope I never lose my personal curiosity on trying out stuff to figure out my personality and what makes me tick. The other day I was reading some article about quick ways to pick your mood up, and one of the suggestions was exercise. Well, this morning’s crossfit class was a good example of not every piece of advice was meant for everyone.

I started out in a sulky mood I couldn’t shake. Hulk had been traveling for work all week, so I was alone with the kids and starting to feel the crunch. I had scolded Squish for not getting dressed when I asked him to and making us late for the babysitter’s drop-off, Olive snuck the eggs off my plate again when my back was turned, I’m struggling with a sore neck problem that won’t go away, work deadlines are looming, and I was feeling frazzled and overbooked and needed a break. So I decided to sneak in a crossfit class, since that’s supposed to be a great way to perk up, right?


  • Joint mobility
  • 800 m run
  • 10 situps & 10 bridges x 2
  • Small band exercises: side-to-side walk, forward walk, backward walk, 10 air squats
  • I’s Y’s T’s with 2kg plates
  • Practice power snatches


  • Front squat 5x5x5x5x5


  • 4 rounds of:
    • 10 power snatches
    • 15 wall balls

Starting out, I felt pretty good physically even though my brain was still under dark clouds. I had 3 rest days since my last workout (otherwise known as I haven’t done anything since my last workout) and although I haven’t been really taking care of my recovery like I should, I was okay.

The warm-up and drills felt really good. I was enjoying the movement and looking forward to the strength portion. For the front squats, I ended up at 40kg for the five sets. They were tough, and my last set was starting to go downhill form-wise, so I think I picked a good weight.

Then the WOD. Oh, how I wanted so badly to Rx! But I tried to just go up to 20kg for the power snatches, and stuck with the prescribed 14lb wall ball. Ugh, and ugh. I killed myself snatching, and the wall balls were dismal. I couldn’t even push the ball up to the wall, I would sort of weakly toss it up and not even be able to catch it, it would just drop over my fingers. My coach grabbed me a 10lb ball, and I kicked off the plates from my bar for the second set of snatches.  That sort of sent me into a mental tailspin. I just felt miserable, even though I’m still new, and I absolutely had no reason to be hard on myself. All I could think of is, “I just can’t handle one more failure!” As if I get a pass/fail grade on WODs, and like that would mean something in my life. I took me a couple rounds of holding back tears and mental back-and-forth talk to bring myself back to enjoying the movement in the moment and not worrying about how much weight I was snatching, or how high my wall ball was hitting. I finished in a time of 11:05 which wasn’t too far behind most of the class.

So now, lesson learned. If I’m in a sour mood before class, I had best check my attitude at the door, or adapt as needed during the workout to prevent total meltdown. Exercise did not seem to perk me up as you would think it should.

But on the bright side, the post-workout endorphins are noticeable. So maybe it isn’t all different for little special snowflake me.


Go make it a great day!