Fuuuuuuuuuuuucccccccccckkkkkkkk.
I think I might have actually hurt myself with this one. Regardless of how often I repeat the fact that only idiots work out until they hurt themselves, I think I might have finally did it. It hurts. Every bit of my chest and back hurts. Dammit.
In my head, I can't stop replaying articles about Crossfit's Uncle Rhabdo. I wake up with little strength in my chest and swollen, and I'm frankly worried. I spend a lot of time monitoring my state. Checking to make sure I still pee. "This," I say to myself, "is a fucking awful idea.
Right now, I am on break. A brief one. Combo of the scariness of the aftermath of the challenge and nature repeatedly punching me in the face with sandbags full of pollen. The allergies piss me off. I can't breathe, and it's something I am so used to.
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