Here at Crossfit RFM if you hang out long enough you'll start to figure out who you should partner up with based upon similar strength/speed/conditioning etc. Like I would never partner up with Lori, Kehau or Derek. Those three are too much. I. No. Can. Handle.
But Kats and I are around the same level. Some things he does better than I do, and some I do better.
And now there's a new guy, Ikaika, who I THOUGHT might be at the same level as Kats and I. He's in the 200 pound weight class just like we are and he ACTS like one of us.
But he's not. He's a cheater.
Ikaika totally sandbags on weight. Today we did these heaving hang snatch balance things with the dumbell (no I will not explain what those are) and by all rights Kats, Ikaika and I were all supposed to use about 50 pound dumbells. Except those would really really REALLY suck.
Instead Ikaika grabs a 40 pound dumbell which Kats and I are still dubious about. So what do we do? We grab 40 pound dumbells too because we figure we're all at the same level.
Not.
So the workout is 5 snatches per arm, 10 pushups and a 200 meter run, AMRAP for 10 minutes. We start and Ikaika takes off. His 40 pound dumbell goes up and down effortlessly. Meanwhile Kats and I are struggling. My back starts to hurt and Ikaika runs off laughing after his pushups.
I try to chase after him but as you know by now, running is not my strong suit. Also my back is starting to tighten up and I Hate Cardio. (Just in case you missed the title of my blog.)
So Ikaika and Derek both finish six rounds which means he is part of the ELITE athletes that train at our gym. Bastard.
That's okay, Kats and I stand alone as the intermediate level guys at the gym. And Bob. Can't forget about Bob.
I'm sorry Ikaika but you are banned from working out with the intermediates. Go train with Derek and Luke, aka "Mr. Smooth." And go use those 50 pound weights like you were supposed to and leave the 40 pounders to me and Kats.
On another note, I said Kehau was an elitist because she wrote about things that I cannot relate to on her blog. I must clarify. Kehau is not an elitist. The other people who read her blog are. Crotch pot cooking and producing your own beef stock out of thin air are things that I cannot do and thus I feel unworthy to comment upon. Kehau is very much a regular person like the rest of us, except that she can push cars with her bare hands. I'm not kidding, check out this photo:
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That's a damn Hyundai sedan people. One HYUNDAI. She pushed it 50 feet and the parking brake was on and there were four fat guys sitting inside. Other than that she's a normal chick though. Plus her blog rocks.
Okay, take care. I might have to go to a work thing tomorrow evening which will suck because I'll miss being humiliated at the gym. Ah well, duty calls.
Later,
Rod
But Kats and I are around the same level. Some things he does better than I do, and some I do better.
And now there's a new guy, Ikaika, who I THOUGHT might be at the same level as Kats and I. He's in the 200 pound weight class just like we are and he ACTS like one of us.
But he's not. He's a cheater.
Ikaika totally sandbags on weight. Today we did these heaving hang snatch balance things with the dumbell (no I will not explain what those are) and by all rights Kats, Ikaika and I were all supposed to use about 50 pound dumbells. Except those would really really REALLY suck.
Instead Ikaika grabs a 40 pound dumbell which Kats and I are still dubious about. So what do we do? We grab 40 pound dumbells too because we figure we're all at the same level.
Not.
So the workout is 5 snatches per arm, 10 pushups and a 200 meter run, AMRAP for 10 minutes. We start and Ikaika takes off. His 40 pound dumbell goes up and down effortlessly. Meanwhile Kats and I are struggling. My back starts to hurt and Ikaika runs off laughing after his pushups.
I try to chase after him but as you know by now, running is not my strong suit. Also my back is starting to tighten up and I Hate Cardio. (Just in case you missed the title of my blog.)
So Ikaika and Derek both finish six rounds which means he is part of the ELITE athletes that train at our gym. Bastard.
That's okay, Kats and I stand alone as the intermediate level guys at the gym. And Bob. Can't forget about Bob.
I'm sorry Ikaika but you are banned from working out with the intermediates. Go train with Derek and Luke, aka "Mr. Smooth." And go use those 50 pound weights like you were supposed to and leave the 40 pounders to me and Kats.
On another note, I said Kehau was an elitist because she wrote about things that I cannot relate to on her blog. I must clarify. Kehau is not an elitist. The other people who read her blog are. Crotch pot cooking and producing your own beef stock out of thin air are things that I cannot do and thus I feel unworthy to comment upon. Kehau is very much a regular person like the rest of us, except that she can push cars with her bare hands. I'm not kidding, check out this photo:
Okay, take care. I might have to go to a work thing tomorrow evening which will suck because I'll miss being humiliated at the gym. Ah well, duty calls.
Later,
Rod
