Much to my dismay, Dook University won the ACC championship this weekend. Their win was demoralizing on several levels. First of all, those bastards totally owned my Tar Heels.
I mean, handed their ass to them.
Second, and arguably more painful, the Blue Devil victory meant we had to do “The Blue Devil” at CrossFit today:
- 125 double-unders
- 100 air squats
- 75 kettlebell swings
- 50 burpees
- 25 thrusters
The double-under plays hard-to-get, and then she’s the ficklest of mistresses. It took me a month to be able to do one. Pretty quickly, I started getting two in a row. About six weeks ago, I did eleven. Eleven. And then, like Keyser Söze, poof! they were gone. Now I’m back to one or two, and when you miss a double-under, the jump rope is going so fast that you whip some pretty remarkable welts on your hands, arms, legs, even face. Adding injury to insult, as it were.
Anyway, 125 double-unders would’ve taken me somewhere between 47 minutes and two hours (and required a first aid kit). Coach Dave didn’t have that kind of time. He said the WOD should be under 25 minutes, so I took the substitution: 375 singles.
The air squats were OK. My right knee has been feeling a little tender, but I busted through sets of more than fifteen. (Paul, did you do those 100 unbroken? I know you did, you Lucky-brand-jean-wearing honey badger.)
For the kettlebell swings, I went 25 pounds, ten less than prescribed. Then I flopped through four ugly-ass burpees at a time. If you ever want to find out if I’m withholding state secrets, make me do burpees. Or eat mayonnaise. I’ll cave immediately. Make me eat mayonnaise and do burpees, and I’ll sign an oath that I killed Kennedy. Even though I wasn’t born.
Rx on the thrusters was 75 pounds. Ha! Seventy-five pounds. I slapped tens and fives on a 15-lb bar, convinced I’d have to strip off the fives to get through the set. And after the fourth rep, I did drop the bar. But then, I don’t know, some sort of weird feeling came over me. I think it’s what other people call “resolve” or “perseverance” or some horseshit like that. I was like, “I’m going to do every last thruster with those 45 fucking pounds.”
My resolve started to crumble on the next rep. I could get through only three thrusters at a time, and that was with every ounce of will that I had. Twenty-five seemed ludicrous. My body started to quake.
With everybody cheering and telling me to get my hands back on the bar, my muscles screaming for rest, I grunted through the last six in a row.
Time: 25:19
Normally, I’ll write a little reflection on the WOD in my notebook. Something like, Pull-ups: switched from blue and red bands to green band on third round. Or Weight seemed too easy on the front squat at first, but it turned out to be about right.
Today, I wrote one word:
Cried.
….you had me at ‘body quake’….
…you had me at Keyser Soze!
i’d say i was proud of you but i think you are nuts.
or, a mini me back in the day.
maybe that’s why i like you.
For the sake of fair play, the Heels are a 2 seed in the East and we hope they can handle their own ass for a while, unless they run into you-know-who down the road. Just exactly what would you have had to do for CF if Carolina had won that game?
If Carolina won, we would have had free sports massages for everyone followed by cupcakes and high-fives.
I want to install a Like button on my comments, like on Facebook, just so I can Like that comment, Phil.
Amy, yesterday was a REST day. It had been 9 days since I had taken one, so I stuck to my guns and did just that. Sooooo, did I do 100 squats unbroken? Not yesterday, but I have completed 150 unbroken in the past. I did complete 100 abmat sit-ups and then back extensions unbroken. Oh, after running a mile in 5:55. Does that count? Does it? Well, does it?
I missed seeing your smiling face today…
Oh, and you didn’t have me until “cried”. I wish I had been there to cheer for you!
Have i ever mentioned that you work out with sadists? That burpee business is just wrong…
Honey Badger Paul, totally counts, natch.
Dave P, I think the burpee business actually makes me a masochist. After all, I pay them to make me do them.
i have been up since 1am. can’t sleep. just now decided to stop pretending to sleep (so that maybe bruce could actually sleep, without me tossing and turning beside him)…AND THEN I REMEMBERED! I WAS BEHIND ON YOUR BLOG! HOORAY! and then i read this entry. and it made me cry. and gave me heartburn. you are a total stud.
Melissa, you pushed a baby out your chocha. I think you qualify as a bigger stud than me.
I do agree with all the ideas you’ve presented in your post. They’re really convincing and will definitely work. Still, the posts are very short for beginners. Could you please extend them a little from next time? Thanks for the post.
Today, I went to the beachfront with my kids. I found a sea shell and gave it to my 4 year old daughter and said “You can hear the ocean if you put this to your ear.” She put the shell to her ear and screamed. There was a hermit crab inside and it pinched her ear. She never wants to go back! LoL I know this is completely off topic but I had to tell someone!
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