I was able to pull myself back together and continue with class. I only lost a week of ability to do anything. Not bad. Could have been two weeks, but it wasn't.
I am happy to report I can put on all of my clothes AND get into and out of a car without whinging. I learned that word from BBC America. Whinging. I think I'm spelling it right. It's like whining, but somehow seems to be even more of a spank to the person you might be using it against.
"STOP YOUR WHINGING!", is what you might say, and let me tell you... THAT's a statement.
The only problem today was, after the WOD, which I completed adequately for a level 1, which I most certainly am, I stood up from a stretch a little too quickly and the world sort of... went whooooozzz... and kinda just drifted off. For a couple of seconds it felt like I was looking at reality through a paper towel cardboard tube thing. I suspect this was a blood pressure issue. Nothing to worry about, I'm sure.
And that's the extent to which I feel the need to whinge about CrossFit, at this time.
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| This picture came up in a Google image search for whinging. |
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