I’m a masochist. Or is it a sadist? I can never remember the difference. I’m the one that lets somebody else make me hurt all over and likes it… or at least, that’s what I tell myself.
Yesterday while at work I did a little experiment at my desk. I started at the top of my body and tried to flex each of my muscle groups working down from neck to toes. During this exercise (which I can only imagine what it looked like to random passers by) I realized that every single muscle in my body was sore, except for my abs.
So what did I do?
I sent my coach a text asking for some sit ups or toes to bar or something in the WOD today so that I could hurt evenly everywhere.
Now you might ask, why did I do that rather than just bang out some sit ups on my own to even it out?
Well because simply, if I did them on my own, I would only have myself to blame. If my COACH, my evilly-awesomely-super-cool-and-total-jerkface-at-the-same-exact-time coach programs the movement, well then it’s HIS fault when I hurt, right?
I’m not sure what it says about me that I respect the hell out of him for putting me through that much pain, but masochist, sadist or simply aspiring athlete, I love the pain all the same.
So thanks Coach. You seriously rock. And my abs feel like serious rocks all because of you.