There I was in the middle of one of my favorite workouts, The Filthy Fifty.

For time:
50 Box jump, 20”
50 Jumping pull-ups
50 Kettlebell swings 35#
50 Walking Lunges
50 Knees to elbows
50 Push press, 45#
50 Back extensions
50 Wall balls 14#
50 Burpees
50 Double unders

For about a year and a half leading up to this very moment I had been doing two a days three or four days a week and was feeling great about where I was as an athlete. This was after the initial opening of the gym and eating like crap because we couldn’t afford to eat very clean at all that first year while living at the gym. I had been eating about 90% clean and sleeping for at least seven hours a night to sustain and benefit from the two a days and coaching multiple classes a day.

So again there I was, middle of The Filthy Fifty realizing that it was not going to be the day I hit a PR. Why was I struggling so hard….chippers are my favorite and I planned on shaving off about two minutes minimum of my previous time. I remember thinking “this isn’t mental, I don’t feel like I’m getting sick, what the hell?!!” As I honestly got madder and madder I dropped down for my 30th burpee and just laid there. I finished the workout, but it was probably the sloppiest finishes I have ever had. Krista was coaching the class that day at 11:30 and said it was the first time she was ever worried about me and almost stopped me mid WOD.

A week later we found out we were pregnant with our first and that explained everything that went on during that WOD. One of the best days of our lives!

I had watched and followed so many moms from around the country and in our own gym workout through their pregnancies and was excited about this new healthy, smart, strong, influential experience I was about to have. I mean I own a CrossFit gym, I work out multiple times a day, I know my body.

Boy did I have a rude awakening. Long story short, I threw up……for the first six months. Needless to say none of my previous plans about continuing my daily life remained in place. I wasn’t able to eat practically anything and when I did it didn’t stay down long. Water, which I have never had a problem drinking enough of even made me sick. Therefore I did not have energy to work out or really coach that much either. To sum it up I basically went from 60 to 0 overnight.

I don’t feel like many women outside of their close group of mom friends talks about the negative changes they go through during pregnancy besides the basics like weight gain and lack of sleep.

*****Not trying to offend anyone and yes I realize those things are just as major*****

I’m more talking about the mental and emotional changes. I by no means was depressed before we go any further just to get that straight.

That WOD though pretty much kicked off the rest of my pregnancy! Instead of questioning why I was so tired and what the hell was wrong with me I questioned how I was going to come back post baby and ever feel as good as an athlete as I previously had. Whether I was going to coach as confidently with baby weight and being so “out of shape.” How I was going to be a good example for other women?

The last two and a half months of that pregnancy I was able to workout. My workouts were extremely modified but I felt amazing just being back in the gym working out and the encouragement from the community was amazing. After stressing about all of the above, it took one workout for me to erase all of that from my mind. I had to Check My Ego more than ever before that’s for sure.

There is a pretty big gap in my WOD journal for that year. But that is exactly what it was…a gap. I didn’t let it become an excuse for not working out or getting back to where I was. It is actually awesome to see the excitement in the comments in my book when we found out we were pregnant and in the first few workouts back at it.

Next week I will discuss being a mom and business owner and fitting in workouts. The balance and the rewards!