Sore

Cried. That's what I did in CrossFit this morning. Even the modifications made just for me were exceptionally hard (Run 200 meters, 20 step-ups, 20 wall-ball squats -- all these five times each). 

My mind was trying to defeat my body and it almost won. I was comparing myself with the others in the class & I know I shouldn't do that. I'm the oldest and the heaviest person in the class. The rest of them are all athletes in excellent shape AND they are all in their early 20's (except my cousin and he is 38).

I am extremely frustrated & disappointed with myself. I finished, but only by the grace of God. I'm still frustrated and angry with myself. I should've NEVER EVER let myself get in the shape I'm in.
I am so sore that I can barely move. :( Luckily I have a great husband. He stopped watching the Braves game to run me an Epsom salt bath in the whirlpool tub (because I can hardly move).

The next time I have a gripe about him please punch me in the face.