Kelly and the Evil Monkey

We had some new fun this week.  Yesterday was our first experience with "Kelly".  Kelly is a feisty one.

Kelly: 400 meter run/30 box jumps 16" box/30 wall ball shots 16# ball...that's all fine and dandy, until  you hear the topper - 5 rounds!  Of course we had a 30 minute cutoff time, so getting in 5 rounds, for me, AKA Speedy Gonzalez, was going to be a miracle.

Round 1 - actually wasn't too bad - I think I went pretty fast, "pretty" being a relative term. Round 2 - slower, but ok.

Round 3 - much slower, and during the wall balls my back muscles did their tighten up and cramp thing.

Round 4 - well, I did the run, although I ended up walking most of it, because my back muscles wouldn't relax.  Then got to the box jumps, partway through them, time was called.  So, I didn't finish round 4.  End result 3 rounds plus the run/box jumps - time was 31:24.  It was 31 - not positive about the 24 though.  I was surprisingly ok with not finishing the 5 rounds - I was even ok with not completing the 4th.  That in and of itself is kind of peculiar.

Today - Death by Pullup.  I did actually do alot better this time. Last time, I was in the red bands, did 9 +9 first round and 10 + 7 second round for a total of 116.  This time, I hit 12 +9 first round and 10+9 second round for a total of 151.  Big difference this time I was on low bar, but in minis (woo-hoo!).  Pullups are still jumping - someday I'll be able to drop the jump, hey, someday I may even be able to do an ACTUAL pullup.....I must believe it, or it will never happen.

So here's something peculiar - kind of took me by surprise today. I've been on thyroid meds, longer than I've been off them, actually, a thought that kind of freaks me out - I've been on them more than 25 years.  YIKES! How did I get that old?  I've gone through prescription changes on and off.  For some reason, when I got my blood tested this time, I was thinking there wouldn't be a change, possibly a decrease, but unlikely, I've been on the level for a couple years now.   I've been working out, eating right, so nothing really should have changed.  I was really surprised when I was told they had to increase my doseage.  I guess it's good, because at least there's a reason that weight isn't melting off of me (HA! like it ever has...but still, it's a rationalization).  Overall, it just puzzles me, because you would think the working out, eating right etc, would have a positive effect on my system, and to find out that it doesn't.  It's a bit like my body is saying:

 "SCREW YOU!! HAHA! I'm gonna do what I have to, to stay where I want to be!!" 

 .....kind of weird, I know. Even stranger: now my body has taken on a persona separate from my brain...hmm.   Anyway, I just found it interesting, a bit perplexing, and yet funny in a warped kind of way.   It is as if my brain is working, and trying and my body has turned into the evil monkey that won't go away.