From the Crossfit Subreddit: http://www.reddit.com/r/crossfit/comments/oy5t5/do_all_the_girls/

Goddamn, I’m sick. I mean, I WODded yesterday, but it’s now clear to me that I was in a delusional state induced by Tylenol Cold & Flu Daytime and Mucinex. And anyway, it didn’t really count because I did my Thrusters all wrong (as push presses…) and mostly felt like Weaky McWeakling. WODing with one of the wonderful but also ridiculously fit and shirtless Crossfit Nyack coaches didn’t necessarily help that feeling. My WOD had its analog in the nonsensical work emails I sent on Wednesday while high on industrial-grade Nighttime Flu medication. They went something like this:

So, you get the picture. THAT BEING SAID the comic above still made me laugh because it combined reddit with hyperbole & a half with crossfit jokes (aside: I plan to make my millions on a crossfit joke book). Today, Crossfit Nyack says they’ll be clapping me through   Kelly. Non-Crossfitters, Crossfitters name their workouts after girls sometimes. I’d like to think that their naming scheme is similar to the server naming scheme of Jonathan Reams who, last I worked with him, was naming all of his servers after girls he’d never met. This only became weird when he’d meet girls with one of his servers’ names. Cos “Hey, I have a server named after you…” is not exactly the first thing you want to hear when you meet a cute guy in a bar. In this case, Mr. Crossfit would meet a nice girl named Kelly in a bar and say “Hey, I have a workout that makes people want to die named after you…” and despite his rock-hard abs, outgoing personality and winning social network, Kelly would probably want to shrink into her sparkly shirt and Louboutins and find another bar.

But now, we’re back to the issue at hand: to WOD while it’s pretty obvious that without medication I am, in fact, still recovering.

To WOD or not to WOD — that is the question. Whether it ’tis nobler in the mind to suffer five rounds of rowing, box jumps and wall ball shots on Tylenol Cold while acting as a typhoid Mary for my box, or to take arms against this hacking and general feeling of unwell and by opposing them, to stay in bed — to sleep.

Ok, I’m cutting myself off. Enough of this. I looked up how long one is likely contagious with a headcold and I’m pretty sure I’m in the clear. I’ll head in and see how I feel when I get there.

10:07 AM EDIT: Worst idea I’ve had all week. I mostly just felt crappy and whined at everybody. Who kicked the sleeping turtle, indeed! I’m going back to bed.