Well, I finally made it back into the gym on Friday, by way of a personal training session.
It almost didn’t happen. After I booked the appointment (to coincide with Oliver’s morning at daycare), I realized that the daycare was going to be closed on Friday for professional development. I would have had to reschedule for next Thursday, but fortunately, J came to the rescue by foregoing the first couple of hours of his workday to stay home with Oliver.
I have six personal training sessions, which I am using to ease myself back into CrossFit. Mainly, I want to work on my lifting technique, to ensure that I have not fallen into any bad habits on account of several months of pregnancy lifting (big belly, shifting centre of gravity, etc.) followed by a long break.
On Friday, we worked on cleans. I was put through various drills to work on generating power from the hip and keeping the bar close to my body. My coach took at least half a dozen videos, which we analyzed frame-by-frame to find even the smallest flaws in my technique.
Although I never did an actual workout, and although the weights I worked with were extremely light (never exceeding 65 pounds), I am sore. Pathetic. But at least I am sore in all the right places, and equally sore on both sides, which means I was doing something right. My homework for the week is to practice cleans at super-slow speed, using a dowel, to reinforce the correct movement patterns.
It felt great to be back in an actual gym, and to have an uninterrupted hour in which to focus 100 percent on me — and on something about which I am very passionate. And as if that wasn’t enough, I arrived back home to a napping baby, vacuumed floors and the cloth diaper laundry finished! Sorry ladies, he’s taken ;).
The sequel takes place on Thursday. I can hardly wait!