You know, I got to a point here at RFM where I just figured that any workout is doable so long as you just keep on going. Just don't give up.
But today was NOT one of those days. Good God.
Today we did four rounds of five power cleans, five push presses and five front squats.
The kicker was that every minute we did five burpees too.
The first round sucked. The second round I barely finished in time before having to do the burpees. The third round took a minute for each set of five.
It was impossible to catch up once you got tired. How the hell Ikaika did that WOD in four minutes AND use 115 lbs (I used 95 lbs) is a freaking unreal accomplishment. Actually now that I think about it you almost HAD to do that workout really fast and get it over with before the burpees start sucking the life out of you.
The defining moment of the day was when Ken, who is a pretty good athlete, laid down on the ground and yelled, "I can't feel my legs!"
If anyone knows Ken you know he's not the type of guy to scream. He barely talks. But I think for him it was round two or three when his body came to a grinding halt.
For me it was round three, just as I was about to do the front squats. I just couldn't do it. My legs would not go down for more squats. I quit before I even started the fourth round. It. Was. Not. Happening.
I was impressed with Ken though, because after he screamed he finished all four rounds. Later on he told me that in order to do that he didn't do any more burpees.
Eliminate burpees, what a great idea. Wish I had thought of that. Seriously though, that was a painful lesson in reality. I definitely did not plan that very well.
That's it. I'm going to have to do something drastic. Like . . . ask for more burpees and thrusters after our regular workout.
I know, I should change the name of this blog to "I hate myself" if I'm going to put myself through something like that. It's like Vegas all over again, except instead of extra cardio I'm asking for extra conditioning against pain. It's the only way I'm going to get better at this.
You're thinking, Rod, are you insane? More burpees and thrusters?
Attack your weaknesses right?
How much do you think I'm going to hate myself tomorrow? I'm thinking a lot.
Later gang,
Rod
But today was NOT one of those days. Good God.
Today we did four rounds of five power cleans, five push presses and five front squats.
The kicker was that every minute we did five burpees too.
The first round sucked. The second round I barely finished in time before having to do the burpees. The third round took a minute for each set of five.
It was impossible to catch up once you got tired. How the hell Ikaika did that WOD in four minutes AND use 115 lbs (I used 95 lbs) is a freaking unreal accomplishment. Actually now that I think about it you almost HAD to do that workout really fast and get it over with before the burpees start sucking the life out of you.
The defining moment of the day was when Ken, who is a pretty good athlete, laid down on the ground and yelled, "I can't feel my legs!"
If anyone knows Ken you know he's not the type of guy to scream. He barely talks. But I think for him it was round two or three when his body came to a grinding halt.
For me it was round three, just as I was about to do the front squats. I just couldn't do it. My legs would not go down for more squats. I quit before I even started the fourth round. It. Was. Not. Happening.
I was impressed with Ken though, because after he screamed he finished all four rounds. Later on he told me that in order to do that he didn't do any more burpees.
Eliminate burpees, what a great idea. Wish I had thought of that. Seriously though, that was a painful lesson in reality. I definitely did not plan that very well.
That's it. I'm going to have to do something drastic. Like . . . ask for more burpees and thrusters after our regular workout.
I know, I should change the name of this blog to "I hate myself" if I'm going to put myself through something like that. It's like Vegas all over again, except instead of extra cardio I'm asking for extra conditioning against pain. It's the only way I'm going to get better at this.
You're thinking, Rod, are you insane? More burpees and thrusters?
Attack your weaknesses right?
How much do you think I'm going to hate myself tomorrow? I'm thinking a lot.
Later gang,
Rod
