I was still effing sore from all the ridiculousness that was yesterday’s WOD when I walked in the gym tonight. Every pull-up felt like I was hoisting a corpse. Plus Coach Rich made us do box jumps and bear crawls for the group warm-up. I looked at him half-way through and panted, “Are you sure this isn’t the metcon?” (That’s metabolic conditioning for you non-CrossFitters.)
The strength segment was presses. That was fine. But jeez maneez, the second part was 3 rounds of:
- run 400m
- 15 full snatch
- 9 hand-stand push-ups
Well, I snatched thirty-five pounds, which was twenty less than Rx, and HSPUs are, shall we say, a tad beyond my capabilities at this point. I put my knees on a box, derrière in the air, and do them like that.
And of course, the running. Bleah. Blech. Blechity-bleah. I’m so slow. So…
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…slow.
I’m slow anyway, but I knew I’d be extra-specially so today since I was already plumb wore out.
The 200m turn-around spot is at the second oak tree up the hill from the gym, which sucks until you head back and then it’s not as sucky. Even I feel OK coming down that decline. I’m not speedy or anything, but I don’t feel like I need to drop to all-fours.
The only problem is when I do a late WOD, and it’s dark, and the street lights are on. It’s not that I’m scared or anything. It’s that there’s this low stone wall, see, and—OK, let me explain.
Point is, I have major junk all up in my trunk. This is well documented.
But when I’m running down that hill in front of the gym, and the street lights are on, the way my shadow lands on the stone wall makes my butt look
The hot guy who stole my sister-wife, Kristen, away at the Valentine’s Day shindig was running behind me at one point (because he was that close to lapping me). And before the WOD, I noticed he wasn’t actually a hot guy. He was a ridiculous specimen of male beauty. Beardy and tatooey and muscly and blue-eyed.
Yikes. I did not want him to catch even the slightest glance of the carnival fun-house shadow of my posterior on that wall.
So I ran.
I ran like my legs were steel springs.
I ran as fahst as a leppid.
…Of course, I’m absolutely sure that Hot Man’s entire focus was on me, not himself, during the WOD. I’m pretty sure everybody’s focus was and is always on me. Because I am the center of the universe.
(I’m very self-absorbed sometimes, have you noticed?)
(But to be fair, my ass’s shadow does make it look like planets orbiting it would not be out of the question.)
Holy shit, Amy.. this is the funniest post ever. I laughed so hard I got the hiccups and started choking (you tryin’ to kill me so that you get Paul all to yourself?!). The drawings are particularly impressive — I had no idea that you were an artist and a gymnast!
That’s weird. I remember you having a lovely ass.
Welper, I couldn’t even finish this WOD, so regardless of how slow you think you were, at least you finished the damn thing.
Oh, sister-wife, you have no idea of the breadth of my talents!
Jessie, yes, according to several people, it is lovely. About ten years ago, my roommate’s brother said it should be considered a national treasure. It’s just large. And in charge.
Phil, DNF?! Whoa! But what were you snatching? And I bet you weren’t doing ass-in-the-air push-ups.
Hilarious! I think the pics look more like Phil’s swollen knee.
Yes, Phil – Please, share with us all what you done yesterdy.
(Full disclosure: I threw a mid-wod tantrum, refused to complete the movements rx, and ran back to my house without cleaning up the bar. This morning I had to do the walk of shame to retrieve my sunglasses and water bottle. Is it a full moon or something?)
you had me in holyshitthisisfunny tears at “ass-clown”. ASS-CLOWN! hahahahaha sigh. i love you.
Phil, if, as Paul says, your swollen knee looks like my ass, you should get yourself to a hospital, stat.
Erin Mc! Tantrum? Not you!
I am a total Ass-Clown, Melissa. I’m glad you didn’t know this before you married in.
Erin Mc, just realized that sounded sarcastic. Not meant that way! Where’s the no-sarcasm-intended emoticon?
More importantly, where is Phil’s reply? Guess he will have to fess up in the flesh!
I decided at the beginning of the WOD that I needed to beat my wife in the 400m run.
I did so (barely), but that act induced an asthma attack (I don’t have asthma), severe cramping, and whining.
I was only able to finish one round.
Also, I don’t have a swollen knee. Paul has been drinking again, evidently.
It also pissed her off really good and we still talk about it sometimes.
Fahst as a leppid! Man, it’s been nearly 20 years since I’ve seen Gallipoli, and yet the way you spelled that put the voice right into my head.
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