WOD 091019

Nothing like trying to heal a sore butt and have this little doozy come around from the Hopper.
21, 15, 9 OHS and lateral burpees.  Lucky us, Jerry left off the pushups that went with it.  Someday, I hope to do 21 OHS with 65lbs over me.  But today was not going to be that day.

I could have made a great case for skipping this.  My two worst exercises in a couplet.  Happy Monday? Ugh. But I didn't miss it.  As bad as I stink at OHS, there is absolutely nothing to be gained by not doing them.  Nothing gets better by ignoring it.   So there I was with a 35lb bar trying to fix what's broke (or find what's never been there) in my squat.  Some of it is the joy of age and flexibility. Sure, but some of it is also 32" gams have more work to do than 27".  Yes OHS is where I actually wish I were short... for about a second. But what the real problem is with my squat is my motor planning.  For years upon years between ballet training (your butt goes under not back in a plie) and military training (you stand and march straight with hips rotated under), I just don't plain stick it out.  Add to that the simple fact that God granted me plenty of breadth and mass in the tookus department, which is not particularly coveted in our culture and heck, I've got so much stuff keeping me from getting it right.

I have got to get that duck tail mentality,move my butt back, create a lumbar curve, and then squat... knees wide over toes et ansi de suite. I tried it this morning, mostly after the workout, because it does feel weird in my lower back.  I'm certain I'm engaging things that I haven't been using (like ever?!) and don't want to overdo it. 

11:28.

And then Jerry was the awesome coach.  He put my head right back on where it needed to be by introducing me to someone new in the gym as a Marine using the present tense.  And then I gave it my all to some flexed arm hang and hopefully motivated this young woman to keep at it with CF and her desire to go to officer candidate school.

Yesterday I slid into a dress for church that I haven't worn in ages because it had looked more like a sausage casing than a sheath dress.  So nice to have wiggle room.  Even cooler to have one of my fashionista teenagers tell me I looked good. 

Now that will get my arse out of bed for OHS.