Katie...meet Fran... Fran meet Katie... Now let's get it on!

It really was past due, this meeting between Fran and I. Really. I've missed Fran the last two times we've done her and I've been extremely upset. A sub 10 minute Fran has been on my goal list since February. So, Fran and I were destined to meet again. It just so happened that our next meeting was this morning in the Blue Room of Pain. (Blue Room of Death sounds better, but a little more morbid! :P)

So anyway, I had nervous dreams last night about hitting Fran, kinda like the time Geogia had nightmares about doing ring dips over a moat full of alligators before we hit Angie. I think honestly it was because I know what kind of wrath she brings, and I was really nervous about my time, and how I'd feel afterwards. Not to mention, I tore up my hands a bit yesterday so I was really worried about grip etc. Anyway, I woke up like 10 times last night worried about it, but finally at 4:50 I just got up and got ready to head to CrossFit.

I warmed up with a few sets of 55 and thought I was ready to go, but man, I'll tell you, that first set of 21 I did without putting the bar down and after that I just felt shitty. I broke the chins into as big of chunks as I could. One thing I did do the first two rounds on the thrusters that I liked, was that I sqaut cleaned the bar and went right into my first thruster. I thought that kept me from standing with the bar and wasting time to get that set started. By the time I hit 9's I was just wiped, and cleaning and going right into a squat didn't seem possible. I had to break the 15's and 9's down and I was bummed about that. The thrusters take me longer and if I'm going to improve from here on out, the thrusters need to be smoother and unbroken.

By the 9's I was seeing the light, but so gassed it was hard to push. Grip was fried and I was just wanting to die. I'm not so certain I actually jumped off the chin up bar, or fell off, but either way the ultimate result was that I landed in the fetal position on the floor, panting and wanting to DIE. I didn't meet Pukie, but for the first time, I felt seriously close. My forearms were so jacked that I couldn't move my fingers and it took me a solid 20 minutes to regain movement. It was like having Charlie Horses in both forearms. Quite possibly the worst after feeling I've ever had. I've done Fran before, but it was nothing like that. Straight up though, it felt way awesome. I went with the Rx'd women's weight of 65lbs and brought this one in.... in...... in........ 6:54!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Sub SEVEN! Woot! WOOT! WOOT! WOOT! Oh, what the hell...one more won't hurt, WOOT! Do you realize this was almost a 5 MINUTE PR from the last time I did Fran? Who does that? Oh, well, I guess I do really. :P

My diet has sucked for the last two days, and I should feel guilty, but I'm so happy about Fran that I can't! :) Yay! Yay for meeting such a long standing goal! :) Bobby once told me he'd respect my Fran time when it was done as rx'd with 95 lb thrusters... hmmmm... he'd better pack a lunch cause that bad boy isn't far off. You watch. You watch.