Day 26: Rest day. My legs are a hurtin'
Day 27: Day 24 in reverse, but just as much fun. 70 Burpees, 60 Sit-ups, 50 Kettlebell swings (1.5 pood), 40 Pull ups (They sucked) and 30 Handstand push ups (assisted band setup).
Time: 23:29. A full ten minutes faster than the same workout in the other direction, and all that with a small swarm of kids, one of whom stepped on me during my burpees, all around us. That is babysitting at D-town, I suppose.
Friday, April 30, 2010
Thursday, April 29, 2010
Day 26: Riding a chicken has its disadvantages
Although delightful in appearance, often causing major distraction in the opposite sex and alternative same sex alike, my legs are not the strongest or most muscular part of my anatomy. If you saw the rest of me, you would understand the gravity of this last statement.
The workout: 5 sets of 3 front squats. 115 (why did I start so low), 135 (will I ever find a weight I can't do), 155 (Fail, first attempt. Scratch that thought at 135), back to 145 (barely made it, terrible form on the last one), 135 (great form again).
Petra got to 110 and Scott got up to 195, and it looked like he could have kept going up quite a bit more. You go, buddy.
Let's talk about me a little more, since it is my blog, and I am a megalomaniac (low grade). When I started crossfit back at the end of December (dabbling) or really January (post knee injury, but consistently about 3 times per week), I weighed about 163-165 pounds, depending on the day. I went in for a physical a couple of days ago, and came in at 172 pounds. That is 7-9 pounds difference, and although I am not the before and after picture on the blog kind of guy, I can see that I am carrying way less body fat. So I will conservatively say that I picked up 6 or 7 pounds of either lean muscle mass, or I have a very dense tumor (it's not a tumah!) somewhere. This works. I have been eating a paleo-like diet, mainly meats and veggies, but I am by no means strict about it. My clean has so far gone from 115 pounds to 145 pounds, my front squat yesterday was 3 for 145 pounds, while it was 4 for 105 back in, I think, January. I have not used a band for pull ups in quite a while, and I can do high-rep ring dips with one band now, having to use two to do a single one a couple of months ago. I still can't really do a solid ring dip, but if I cheat just a little on the depth......
As for my wife, she is turning into an animal. I have never seen her so strong, nor have I seen that much fire (in public ;) ) in her eyes. This is a good thing.
Scotty is another story. He has improved so drastically in a couple of months, it is scary. I am seeing the best of the old Scotty coming back, and the worst of the new melting away. Get some brother.
This is where I should thank Matt. He bugged me until I came to his gym. He is teaching me much, and I would like to return the favor. Here it goes:
Run, Matt, run. I am coming to fucking get you. I hope you can stay ahead, but I am not going to make it easy. R
The workout: 5 sets of 3 front squats. 115 (why did I start so low), 135 (will I ever find a weight I can't do), 155 (Fail, first attempt. Scratch that thought at 135), back to 145 (barely made it, terrible form on the last one), 135 (great form again).
Petra got to 110 and Scott got up to 195, and it looked like he could have kept going up quite a bit more. You go, buddy.
Let's talk about me a little more, since it is my blog, and I am a megalomaniac (low grade). When I started crossfit back at the end of December (dabbling) or really January (post knee injury, but consistently about 3 times per week), I weighed about 163-165 pounds, depending on the day. I went in for a physical a couple of days ago, and came in at 172 pounds. That is 7-9 pounds difference, and although I am not the before and after picture on the blog kind of guy, I can see that I am carrying way less body fat. So I will conservatively say that I picked up 6 or 7 pounds of either lean muscle mass, or I have a very dense tumor (it's not a tumah!) somewhere. This works. I have been eating a paleo-like diet, mainly meats and veggies, but I am by no means strict about it. My clean has so far gone from 115 pounds to 145 pounds, my front squat yesterday was 3 for 145 pounds, while it was 4 for 105 back in, I think, January. I have not used a band for pull ups in quite a while, and I can do high-rep ring dips with one band now, having to use two to do a single one a couple of months ago. I still can't really do a solid ring dip, but if I cheat just a little on the depth......
As for my wife, she is turning into an animal. I have never seen her so strong, nor have I seen that much fire (in public ;) ) in her eyes. This is a good thing.
Scotty is another story. He has improved so drastically in a couple of months, it is scary. I am seeing the best of the old Scotty coming back, and the worst of the new melting away. Get some brother.
This is where I should thank Matt. He bugged me until I came to his gym. He is teaching me much, and I would like to return the favor. Here it goes:
Run, Matt, run. I am coming to fucking get you. I hope you can stay ahead, but I am not going to make it easy. R
Tuesday, April 27, 2010
Days 24 and 25: Sadistic bastards
Day 24: Petra, Scott and I were there with one newbie. 50 wall balls, 10 muscle ups (sub 3 jumping pull ups and 3 ring dips per muscle up, one band)40 wall ball, 8 muscle ups, 30 wall balls, 6 muscle ups, 20 wall balls, 4 muscle ups, 10 wall balls, 2 muscle ups. 32:15
We only have 25# and 14# balls, so we went with 25# for the boys (Dawson and Petra went 14#). My friend from school, Dawson, came and worked out with us. He appeared to have fun, almost too much fun, as he pulled ahead of the crowd drastically by the end of the first round. Rob's internal monologue: "Shit. Well, he is 20, and he only has a 14# ball." Dawson continues to pull away for one more round, and my internal monologue becomes more frantic. "I hate him! I... hate....him....soooooooo much. Ich hasse ihn!" I begin to focus on my wall balls instead of Dawson, and Start thinking that Scotty might be a better target (god knows I am not going to beat Petra). I channel my inner Matt, yank my shirt off -don't faint, girls- and begin grunting. Dawson suddenly forgets that he is younger, stronger and better looking (his hair is a mess at this point, while it is usually a remarkable engineering feat), and falls behind. My ego, large and in charge as ever, kicks in and I start pulling, pushing squatting and rubbing sand out of my eyes (we need some fancier wall balls one of these days) with reckless abandon. I finish a little ahead of Scott, further ahead of Dawson, and woefully behind my wife. I lie on the ground and think about how much Mikko Salo can say what he wants about post-workout behavior, and hope that he is freezing his ass off in Finland. I then go outside and spit up as a large group of boxers walks by, staring at me half amused, half horrified. These are the people who beat each other to soup up in the ring, and stare down at us on the crossfit side of the gym, clearly thinking we're nuts. We pay them the same compliment in return.
Day 25: The folks who program for the crossfit main site -remember, the challenge was to do the main site until our departure in June- are sick, twisted bastards. So today was what is known as a chipper. The basic concept is to do one workout after another, fatiguing yourself at each before moving on.
The workout: 30 Handstand push ups, 40 Pull ups, 50 kettlebell swings, 1.5 pood (hehe, he pood), 60 sit ups, and 70 burpees. 1.5 pood is about 53 pounds, or much like 7 gallons of water at the end of a small handle. 32:36
Scotty and Petra somehow convinced me to come in at 6:00AM after an evening workout last night. What is wrong with them? After a good deal of dawdling, I finally agreed to start working out. I tried a very cool band-assisted handstand push up rig, and it made 30 hspus possible for me. Scott and played leap frog for most of the game, but on the burpees we did our impression of a zombie movie. Scott played the scared teenager, and I played the undead. Scotty jumped into the ring and tore off ten lightning fast burpees, while I settled into a slow, steady pace, not stopping for more than a couple of seconds until burpee number 60. I made sure to clap loudly every time. Scott would sprint off, look as if he would die for about half a minute, and then sprint off again. We followed the George Romero zombie chase scene script to the letter, but in the end, the zombie failed to catch his quarry. I did, however, graze his hair as he slammed the door on me. He got me by two burpees. Watch it, Scotty. Zombies always come back until you cut their head off with an axe; I'll see you tomorrow, and the next day, and the next day, and the next....
We only have 25# and 14# balls, so we went with 25# for the boys (Dawson and Petra went 14#). My friend from school, Dawson, came and worked out with us. He appeared to have fun, almost too much fun, as he pulled ahead of the crowd drastically by the end of the first round. Rob's internal monologue: "Shit. Well, he is 20, and he only has a 14# ball." Dawson continues to pull away for one more round, and my internal monologue becomes more frantic. "I hate him! I... hate....him....soooooooo much. Ich hasse ihn!" I begin to focus on my wall balls instead of Dawson, and Start thinking that Scotty might be a better target (god knows I am not going to beat Petra). I channel my inner Matt, yank my shirt off -don't faint, girls- and begin grunting. Dawson suddenly forgets that he is younger, stronger and better looking (his hair is a mess at this point, while it is usually a remarkable engineering feat), and falls behind. My ego, large and in charge as ever, kicks in and I start pulling, pushing squatting and rubbing sand out of my eyes (we need some fancier wall balls one of these days) with reckless abandon. I finish a little ahead of Scott, further ahead of Dawson, and woefully behind my wife. I lie on the ground and think about how much Mikko Salo can say what he wants about post-workout behavior, and hope that he is freezing his ass off in Finland. I then go outside and spit up as a large group of boxers walks by, staring at me half amused, half horrified. These are the people who beat each other to soup up in the ring, and stare down at us on the crossfit side of the gym, clearly thinking we're nuts. We pay them the same compliment in return.
Day 25: The folks who program for the crossfit main site -remember, the challenge was to do the main site until our departure in June- are sick, twisted bastards. So today was what is known as a chipper. The basic concept is to do one workout after another, fatiguing yourself at each before moving on.
The workout: 30 Handstand push ups, 40 Pull ups, 50 kettlebell swings, 1.5 pood (hehe, he pood), 60 sit ups, and 70 burpees. 1.5 pood is about 53 pounds, or much like 7 gallons of water at the end of a small handle. 32:36
Scotty and Petra somehow convinced me to come in at 6:00AM after an evening workout last night. What is wrong with them? After a good deal of dawdling, I finally agreed to start working out. I tried a very cool band-assisted handstand push up rig, and it made 30 hspus possible for me. Scott and played leap frog for most of the game, but on the burpees we did our impression of a zombie movie. Scott played the scared teenager, and I played the undead. Scotty jumped into the ring and tore off ten lightning fast burpees, while I settled into a slow, steady pace, not stopping for more than a couple of seconds until burpee number 60. I made sure to clap loudly every time. Scott would sprint off, look as if he would die for about half a minute, and then sprint off again. We followed the George Romero zombie chase scene script to the letter, but in the end, the zombie failed to catch his quarry. I did, however, graze his hair as he slammed the door on me. He got me by two burpees. Watch it, Scotty. Zombies always come back until you cut their head off with an axe; I'll see you tomorrow, and the next day, and the next day, and the next....
Saturday, April 24, 2010
Days 22 and 23: Dog days
Day 22: 3 rounds, 15 cleans (95#) and 15 burpees. 8:36.
Day 23: 5 rounds, 20 yards walk with 115#, 35 knees to elbows, and 50 double unders (still working on these, so I did the jumping sideways over an obstacle thing instead).
Aside from that, I am watching Denver's famous blog dog himself, Tour (Go to www.mydogindenverdaily.com). He poops, and I pick it up with an inverted bag. It's warm and yucky, but that is not his fault. One day in, I still love the dog, but I don't think I'll want a dog of my own any time soon.
Day 23: 5 rounds, 20 yards walk with 115#, 35 knees to elbows, and 50 double unders (still working on these, so I did the jumping sideways over an obstacle thing instead).
Aside from that, I am watching Denver's famous blog dog himself, Tour (Go to www.mydogindenverdaily.com). He poops, and I pick it up with an inverted bag. It's warm and yucky, but that is not his fault. One day in, I still love the dog, but I don't think I'll want a dog of my own any time soon.
Friday, April 23, 2010
19, 20 and 21: Turdness
Day 19: Supposed to be a very cool workout, but it did not go.
Every minute on the minute cleans, as heavy as possible. Score = lowest plus highest. Matt and Scott tore this one up and tied. Matt's superior (just ask him) technique kept pace with Scott's brute force. Some day, though, Scott will get his form down, perhaps he'll show me what to do when he does, and then it will get ugly in D-Town.
I did my first warm up and felt my back muscles reach down and punch me in the asshole, and I mean hard. I replaced this workout with 5 x 5 shoulder press.
Day 20: A welcome rest.
Day 21: 3 rounds for time of 5 squats and 20 ring dips. I did front squats @ 95# (I think I am ready for more, but was favoring the back for what was, hopefully, the last time. I did the dips with one band. 100 ring dips will get your attention, let me tell ya'.
Every minute on the minute cleans, as heavy as possible. Score = lowest plus highest. Matt and Scott tore this one up and tied. Matt's superior (just ask him) technique kept pace with Scott's brute force. Some day, though, Scott will get his form down, perhaps he'll show me what to do when he does, and then it will get ugly in D-Town.
I did my first warm up and felt my back muscles reach down and punch me in the asshole, and I mean hard. I replaced this workout with 5 x 5 shoulder press.
Day 20: A welcome rest.
Day 21: 3 rounds for time of 5 squats and 20 ring dips. I did front squats @ 95# (I think I am ready for more, but was favoring the back for what was, hopefully, the last time. I did the dips with one band. 100 ring dips will get your attention, let me tell ya'.
Tuesday, April 20, 2010
Day 18: Just the facts, Ma'am
Three rounds for time:
100' walking lunge
50 Squats
25 Back extensions
The only problem is that I did not notice until the end of round 2 -and only did so when prompted by Matt- that I was supposed to do 25, not 50 back extensions. To cool to read the board, I guess.
12:22
100' walking lunge
50 Squats
25 Back extensions
The only problem is that I did not notice until the end of round 2 -and only did so when prompted by Matt- that I was supposed to do 25, not 50 back extensions. To cool to read the board, I guess.
12:22
Monday, April 19, 2010
Days 16 and 17: Keeping it neutral
16: Rest
17: AMRAP in 12 minutes
3 Pull ups (5# hanging)
50 M Sprint
3 Handstand push up negatives
7 rounds
That is all.
17: AMRAP in 12 minutes
3 Pull ups (5# hanging)
50 M Sprint
3 Handstand push up negatives
7 rounds
That is all.
Saturday, April 17, 2010
Day 15: Blog frequency examined
How often should one update his blog?
Blog dog says: "I like your blog, but I wish you would keep it updated, though."
Matt says: "I should read your blog some day."
Lovetoknow.com (http://socialnetworking.lovetoknow.com/Blog_Etiquette), the web's leader in this sort of thing, or, at least it was the only source I could find within two minutes that said anything about blogging frequency, says the following:
"Regularly update your blog: Want readers to come back for more? Then make sure you update it on a regular basis, roughly two or three times a week."
Unfortunately, it also says this:
"Never blog about blogging: Keep your topics to interesting items such as music, current events, lifestyles, religion, food, technology or something else that will appeal to readers."
So in my search for the truth, I have "committed one of the two great blunders: First, never get involved in a land war in Asia..." (If you cannot identify this quote's source, it is time to revisit the 80s) but second, I blogged about blogging. Shit.
Today:
Row 500 M four times, with 3 minutes rest between.
1:57, 1:59, 1:56.6, and 156.5. The other gentlemen, Matt "shoulders" Horgan and Scott "What the hell happened to me" Narreau, both rowed faster.
We have no rowers at D-Town, so our morning began with a quest: find rowers to use, preferably for cheap or free. Also, I wanted to see a commercial crossfit box. Keep in mind that D-Town, lacking rowers or not, is one hell of a gym. It is a gritty place where it is possible to truly discover pain, but I was curious about how a shiny operation functions.
First, Crossfit Flex said we could do a drop in for $10. Very cool of them, but we, for reasons I will bring up later, did not take them up on it. I talked to Kevin, and he was very cool, and had absolutely no reservations about helping us out.
As for Front Range Crossfit, I will simply say "What the fuck, Skip?"
I called them, got the owner, Skip, on the phone, and explained that Matt and I are garage crossfitters who "NO" don't have rowers "NO" and were interested in a drop in rates "NO" but we also wanted check out his facility "NO" because I had never "NO" seen "NO" a real "NO, NO" Crossfit "NO" gym before. He said no. Not only no, but "we only let members of our gym work out here."
Jesus, Skip, what about out of towners? What about people curious about Crossfit? What about just not being a complete and utter, but cordial jerk? That sucks, Skip, and if given the opportunity to direct somebody towards a Crossfit gym, yours, Front Range Crossfit, is not it.
Scott found a place with 6 rowers. A secret place, a special place, where the gym is filled with beautiful equipment, but oddly devoid of people. It felt like being one of only three men at a beach in Rio; it was lovely, at least until the rowing started.
The concept two rower is a torture device, and that is all I will say about it. If I had any energy to turn my head to the side while lying on the ground afterward, I would have vomited. I didn't, though, and therefore spared myself some cleanup. I want one.
Blog dog says: "I like your blog, but I wish you would keep it updated, though."
Matt says: "I should read your blog some day."
Lovetoknow.com (http://socialnetworking.lovetoknow.com/Blog_Etiquette), the web's leader in this sort of thing, or, at least it was the only source I could find within two minutes that said anything about blogging frequency, says the following:
"Regularly update your blog: Want readers to come back for more? Then make sure you update it on a regular basis, roughly two or three times a week."
Unfortunately, it also says this:
"Never blog about blogging: Keep your topics to interesting items such as music, current events, lifestyles, religion, food, technology or something else that will appeal to readers."
So in my search for the truth, I have "committed one of the two great blunders: First, never get involved in a land war in Asia..." (If you cannot identify this quote's source, it is time to revisit the 80s) but second, I blogged about blogging. Shit.
Today:
Row 500 M four times, with 3 minutes rest between.
1:57, 1:59, 1:56.6, and 156.5. The other gentlemen, Matt "shoulders" Horgan and Scott "What the hell happened to me" Narreau, both rowed faster.
We have no rowers at D-Town, so our morning began with a quest: find rowers to use, preferably for cheap or free. Also, I wanted to see a commercial crossfit box. Keep in mind that D-Town, lacking rowers or not, is one hell of a gym. It is a gritty place where it is possible to truly discover pain, but I was curious about how a shiny operation functions.
First, Crossfit Flex said we could do a drop in for $10. Very cool of them, but we, for reasons I will bring up later, did not take them up on it. I talked to Kevin, and he was very cool, and had absolutely no reservations about helping us out.
As for Front Range Crossfit, I will simply say "What the fuck, Skip?"
I called them, got the owner, Skip, on the phone, and explained that Matt and I are garage crossfitters who "NO" don't have rowers "NO" and were interested in a drop in rates "NO" but we also wanted check out his facility "NO" because I had never "NO" seen "NO" a real "NO, NO" Crossfit "NO" gym before. He said no. Not only no, but "we only let members of our gym work out here."
Jesus, Skip, what about out of towners? What about people curious about Crossfit? What about just not being a complete and utter, but cordial jerk? That sucks, Skip, and if given the opportunity to direct somebody towards a Crossfit gym, yours, Front Range Crossfit, is not it.
Scott found a place with 6 rowers. A secret place, a special place, where the gym is filled with beautiful equipment, but oddly devoid of people. It felt like being one of only three men at a beach in Rio; it was lovely, at least until the rowing started.
The concept two rower is a torture device, and that is all I will say about it. If I had any energy to turn my head to the side while lying on the ground afterward, I would have vomited. I didn't, though, and therefore spared myself some cleanup. I want one.
Friday, April 16, 2010
Day 14:
Today was supposed to be AMRAP (as many rounds as possible) in 30 minutes of:
5 185# (275 prescribed) Deadlift
13 Push ups
9 24" Box jumps
Because my back said no, I did:
5 Squats
13 Push ups
9 Step ups (18")
15 rounds. Major modifications, but still a rough workout.
Scott and Matt did the 185# and the jumps.
Nothing else to report.
5 185# (275 prescribed) Deadlift
13 Push ups
9 24" Box jumps
Because my back said no, I did:
5 Squats
13 Push ups
9 Step ups (18")
15 rounds. Major modifications, but still a rough workout.
Scott and Matt did the 185# and the jumps.
Nothing else to report.
Thursday, April 15, 2010
Day 13: Hello lower back
Today's workout: The Filthy 50, with Matt, Scott (tawdry 25, you lazy sow!) and me.
For time:
50 Box jump, 24 inch box
50 Jumping pull-ups
50 Kettlebell swings, 1 pood
Walking Lunge, 50 steps
50 Knees to elbows
50 Push press, 45 pounds
50 Back extensions
50 Wall ball shots, 20 pound ball
50 Burpees
50 Double unders (replaced with side to side jumps over a milk crate)
The clock, the high-tech, Matt-got-for-his-birthday-and-we-can't-fucking-figure-it-out-to-save-our-damned-lives-clock stopped at 20 minutes, so I am not sure what my time was. It is probably around 40 or so minutes. At least next time will be a pr. For some reason, though, Matt and I failed to bring water, but Scott saved our lives (maybe a bit overstated) when he produced a gallon of clear magic from his truck. Thanks, dude.
Unfortunately, I tweaked my back. I felt it two days ago, but at the end of this workout it was definitely tweaked. I am hoping it is better tomorrow. Waaaah, waaaah, haaaa, mommy, owie! Ok, I got that out of my system.
For time:
50 Box jump, 24 inch box
50 Jumping pull-ups
50 Kettlebell swings, 1 pood
Walking Lunge, 50 steps
50 Knees to elbows
50 Push press, 45 pounds
50 Back extensions
50 Wall ball shots, 20 pound ball
50 Burpees
50 Double unders (replaced with side to side jumps over a milk crate)
The clock, the high-tech, Matt-got-for-his-birthday-and-we-can't-fucking-figure-it-out-to-save-our-damned-lives-clock stopped at 20 minutes, so I am not sure what my time was. It is probably around 40 or so minutes. At least next time will be a pr. For some reason, though, Matt and I failed to bring water, but Scott saved our lives (maybe a bit overstated) when he produced a gallon of clear magic from his truck. Thanks, dude.
Unfortunately, I tweaked my back. I felt it two days ago, but at the end of this workout it was definitely tweaked. I am hoping it is better tomorrow. Waaaah, waaaah, haaaa, mommy, owie! Ok, I got that out of my system.
Day 12: Chillin' with my Chemistry peeps
This was a rest day, unless you count Chemistry and Physics. I am becoming even less of a Chem fan as the semester progresses, but as I have said before -before I went back to school, in fact- these are the last undergraduate classes I will ever take. In September I will start my DPT through the Army, but until then I am stuck in community college hell. I sometimes with I were disaffected enough to spend my class time texting and surfing the web on my laptop, but as long as I can live vicariously through those to my left and right in class who are already doing so, I can feel like I am really a part of the community college experience. Aside from that, if I do not pay attention in Chem, I would never pass. It is not really hard, but it just keeps on coming. Four more weeks and it is over.
Tuesday, April 13, 2010
Day 11: Hehe! He said "snatch."
Snatch balance, really. 7 x 1, and find your max. Mine was 95#. My sister used to do 95# before she got strong. Shit.
Day 10: And on the 7th day he (should have) rested.
Today's workout: 15 dumbbell split cleans (35#) and 21 pull ups. 4 Rounds (Also known as Erin, but scaled back one round). I forgot my time.
We also had an open house today (anybody need a nice Victorian condo in Denver?). Note to real estate agent: 1. Don't leave the toilet seat up. 2. Learn to use the brush if the toilet is not the same color when you get up. Streaks and the toilet seat up? Isn't this some kind of contradiction? This is worse than coming home and noticing that somebody sat on our bed with their dirty street clothes.
I wrote a haiku about it:
This is not your house
Selling is your only task
take a poop at home
We also had an open house today (anybody need a nice Victorian condo in Denver?). Note to real estate agent: 1. Don't leave the toilet seat up. 2. Learn to use the brush if the toilet is not the same color when you get up. Streaks and the toilet seat up? Isn't this some kind of contradiction? This is worse than coming home and noticing that somebody sat on our bed with their dirty street clothes.
I wrote a haiku about it:
This is not your house
Selling is your only task
take a poop at home
Saturday, April 10, 2010
Day 9: Upside down, boy you turn me....
The workout: 5 rounds of 20 squats (85 lbs) and one minute of handstand against the wall. Prescribed: 135 lbs and 20 yards walking on you hands.
Can't walk on my hands, so we came up with something upside down that also gets that feeling going. This was difficult, but fun, too.
Before the workout I spent almost 5 hours on a chemistry field trip. I will never get those hours back.
Also, music man was arrested again today, this time because he assaulted one of the people he lives with. The wheels of justice grind slowly, but exceedingly fine. Blah, blah, blah.....
Can't walk on my hands, so we came up with something upside down that also gets that feeling going. This was difficult, but fun, too.
Before the workout I spent almost 5 hours on a chemistry field trip. I will never get those hours back.
Also, music man was arrested again today, this time because he assaulted one of the people he lives with. The wheels of justice grind slowly, but exceedingly fine. Blah, blah, blah.....
Friday, April 9, 2010
Day 8: The Right to Bear Arms
Hung up a clock (the mother of all clocks).
Looked at some guns.
Had a great dinner with Petra and Matt.
Rubbed pepper spray on my face.
On the last point, I bought some pepper spray, and was curious if it worked, so I took a couple of practice shots, sprayed it on my hands, and rubbed some on my face. I just wanted to experience some of the effects, and they suck. Now I can't get my hands near my face (or other sensitive areas, I'm sure). I am sure that this, if used in the prescribed manner, will get somebody's attention. Even my hands are burning. Well, I hope that I do not do any scratching in the middle of the night, because this shit does not seem to wash off easily.
Looked at some guns.
Had a great dinner with Petra and Matt.
Rubbed pepper spray on my face.
On the last point, I bought some pepper spray, and was curious if it worked, so I took a couple of practice shots, sprayed it on my hands, and rubbed some on my face. I just wanted to experience some of the effects, and they suck. Now I can't get my hands near my face (or other sensitive areas, I'm sure). I am sure that this, if used in the prescribed manner, will get somebody's attention. Even my hands are burning. Well, I hope that I do not do any scratching in the middle of the night, because this shit does not seem to wash off easily.
Thursday, April 8, 2010
Day 7: Perhaps I was getting ahead of myself
Nobody came close to being my bitch today, except perhaps me.
DT: 12 Deadlifts, 9 Cleans, 6 jerks times 5 rounds. 115 lbs (155 prescribed)31:45.
Many would describe this workout as a fucked up thing to do to yourself. They are right. I am glad that tomorrow is a day off.
Perhaps a little Blake is in order, just to fire me up:
Tyger! Tyger! burning bright
In the forests of the night,
What immortal hand or eye
Could frame thy fearful symmetry?
In what distant deeps or skies
Burnt the fire of thine eyes?
On what wings dare he aspire?
What the hand dare sieze the fire?
And what shoulder, & what art.
Could twist the sinews of thy heart?
And when thy heart began to beat,
What dread hand? & what dread feet?
What the hammer? what the chain?
In what furnace was thy brain?
What the anvil? what dread grasp
Dare its deadly terrors clasp?
When the stars threw down their spears,
And watered heaven with their tears,
Did he smile his work to see?
Did he who made the Lamb make thee?
Tyger! Tyger! burning bright
In the forests of the night,
What immortal hand or eye
Dare frame thy fearful symmetry?
Bring that shit on (that was me [or I, if you insist], not Blake)!
DT: 12 Deadlifts, 9 Cleans, 6 jerks times 5 rounds. 115 lbs (155 prescribed)31:45.
Many would describe this workout as a fucked up thing to do to yourself. They are right. I am glad that tomorrow is a day off.
Perhaps a little Blake is in order, just to fire me up:
Tyger! Tyger! burning bright
In the forests of the night,
What immortal hand or eye
Could frame thy fearful symmetry?
In what distant deeps or skies
Burnt the fire of thine eyes?
On what wings dare he aspire?
What the hand dare sieze the fire?
And what shoulder, & what art.
Could twist the sinews of thy heart?
And when thy heart began to beat,
What dread hand? & what dread feet?
What the hammer? what the chain?
In what furnace was thy brain?
What the anvil? what dread grasp
Dare its deadly terrors clasp?
When the stars threw down their spears,
And watered heaven with their tears,
Did he smile his work to see?
Did he who made the Lamb make thee?
Tyger! Tyger! burning bright
In the forests of the night,
What immortal hand or eye
Dare frame thy fearful symmetry?
Bring that shit on (that was me [or I, if you insist], not Blake)!
Wednesday, April 7, 2010
Day 6: Matt Was Almost My Bitch
Had to modify tonight's workout.
Prescribed: 500 M row, 150 double unders, 50 burpees.
Mine: 50 sumo deadlift highpulls (45 lbs) 450 singles, 50 burpees.
Time: 17 min and change.
Came home to some homemade cookies, and tore them up. Add a little goat milk: heaven.
Aside from that, the music man was released from jail this morning, and I am very curious how long he will behave. I'll keep you posted.
Prescribed: 500 M row, 150 double unders, 50 burpees.
Mine: 50 sumo deadlift highpulls (45 lbs) 450 singles, 50 burpees.
Time: 17 min and change.
Came home to some homemade cookies, and tore them up. Add a little goat milk: heaven.
Aside from that, the music man was released from jail this morning, and I am very curious how long he will behave. I'll keep you posted.
Tuesday, April 6, 2010
Day 5: Fall of the Empire
I landed on my ass twice during tonight's workout, and that isn't even counting the hour of jiu jitsu that I did. Oddly enough, failing overhead squats is a serious confidence builder.
5 sets of 5 overhead squats, and I only bailed twice.
85,95,100(3), 95, 95 (1), and 75, just to get the form back in order.
Nothing else to report.
5 sets of 5 overhead squats, and I only bailed twice.
85,95,100(3), 95, 95 (1), and 75, just to get the form back in order.
Nothing else to report.
Sunday, April 4, 2010
Day 3, or "My time in the joint"
I worked out in the Jefferson County Jail today, and aside from the two deputies, I would not have known the difference.
I did, however, see Matt trade clothing with an inanimate object. It was the jail gym version of wanting the shirt of the mannequin, but without the shirt actually fitting.
The workout:
10/1 25 Pound dumbbell clean and jerks/Pull ups, 9/2, 8/3, 7/3.........1/10
he pull ups were supposed to be weighted, but I pulled off two 25 lb pull ups before realizing that body weight was more than adequate. It took about 23 minutes, and did not suck anything close to yesterday's workout. Perhaps the next couple of months will be ok, after all.
I accompanied Mary and Petra to the D-Town gym, and realized that I am not equipped to jump rope with boxers on, nor am I very coordinated.
I did, however, see Matt trade clothing with an inanimate object. It was the jail gym version of wanting the shirt of the mannequin, but without the shirt actually fitting.
The workout:
10/1 25 Pound dumbbell clean and jerks/Pull ups, 9/2, 8/3, 7/3.........1/10
he pull ups were supposed to be weighted, but I pulled off two 25 lb pull ups before realizing that body weight was more than adequate. It took about 23 minutes, and did not suck anything close to yesterday's workout. Perhaps the next couple of months will be ok, after all.
I accompanied Mary and Petra to the D-Town gym, and realized that I am not equipped to jump rope with boxers on, nor am I very coordinated.
Days 0, 1 and 2
Thursday, I took a day off from Jiu Jitsu, crossfit, and spent most of the day focused on consuming food. All in all not a bad day, then I was, yet again, overcome with a disturbing lack of structure in my life. It may have been the combination of spring break and my nagging sense of ennui, but I started thinking that the next couple months would be best spent putting myself through an inordinate amount of pain in the form of the crossfit.com WOD. I have already been working out fairly hard for about a year, but I think it is time to take it higher. I started Brazilian Jiu Jitsu early last year, and crossfit in December, but with 40 knocking on the door, and Army officer basic coming up in September, my particular brand of midlife crisis kicked in. No Corvette and 20 year old girlfriend for me though, I would simply like to be able to, if needed, chase down and tear a younger man's head off with my bare hands. Perhaps not the noblest goal, I'll be the first to admit, but much less complicated than the other option. Either way, I decided to hit it hard, three on one off, until I leave Denver.
Day one:
Tabata Something Else:
In order: Pull ups, push ups, sit ups, squats. 8 rounds of 30 seconds each, 20 seconds on, 10 seconds of rest (8 of each exercise, total 32 rounds). Rest one minute between exercises. The score is the worst set of each added up.
Score: 36 (4,7,15,10). Clearly, sit ups are not an issue for me, but everything else is.
Day two:
Run 1600 meters, rest 3 minutes, run 1200 meters, rest 2 minutes, run 800 meters, rest one minute, run 400 meters.
Time: 28:02. This averages out to 8:45 miles.
I have enjoyed having my ass kicked more than I enjoyed this.
Day one:
Tabata Something Else:
In order: Pull ups, push ups, sit ups, squats. 8 rounds of 30 seconds each, 20 seconds on, 10 seconds of rest (8 of each exercise, total 32 rounds). Rest one minute between exercises. The score is the worst set of each added up.
Score: 36 (4,7,15,10). Clearly, sit ups are not an issue for me, but everything else is.
Day two:
Run 1600 meters, rest 3 minutes, run 1200 meters, rest 2 minutes, run 800 meters, rest one minute, run 400 meters.
Time: 28:02. This averages out to 8:45 miles.
I have enjoyed having my ass kicked more than I enjoyed this.
Scratching the Surface
I started this blog for a couple of reasons: To ramble about whatever comes to mind, but also to log my daily workouts. Regarding the latter, I started following the crossfit main site as of 4/2/2010, and intend to do so until my wife and I depart for our hiking trip to Germany on June 15th. After that, it would appear that there will be some rock lifting, branch pull ups and push ups going on. For the next 9 weeks, though, I have wrangled a good friend -we hadn't even been drinking- into following the crossfit.com workout of the day, and will log all of the workouts here. That is, unless I forget to do so. On on.
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