So I've been having a hard time getting this blog up and running again. Loss of motivation, writer's block, getting old and lazy, aliens kidnapped me and replaced me with a clone of myself but I don't realize that I'm not the original copy of Rod Antone . . . whatever.
Anyway, there's a solution to this I feel. Read some Hunter S. Thompson and go back to the beginning. Back to when it all started. Jump into the DeLorean and hit 88 mph and revisit 2010 again when I first started my Crossfit journey at RFM.
I looked back at my first blog on September 28, 2010 and found this. My first post about Bump taking me through an introduction workout:
"The place is nothing more than a garage with weights all around and ropes hanging from the ceiling. But he's got me sweating after a 3 minute warm up and then has me lying down on the ground and gasping for air over the next seven minutes. I couldn't believe it. We did something called thrusters and burpees back to back and I almost saw the bright light and went over to the other side. It was nuts.
Meanwhile I look around the gym and there are high school girls ripping through a more advanced workout than I just did. It was embarrassing. And painful. I was hooked."
Haha. Oh yes, I remember that day well. I didn't know anyone's name, just Bump and that his cute fiancee's name was Kristi. But I remember seeing Lori and Kehau and Frank and Derek all jam at the workout. (Kehau you're going to laugh but the first thought when I saw you was "big shoulders and small shorts" hahaha)
I also remember foolishly thinking that "Yeah the guys don't look THAT in shape . . . I can do this crap."
Well more than two years later and I'm still trying to do "that crap." The workouts are still hard, and challenging, and I'm still hooked.
And yes, there are those workouts that I still see the "bright light" but I no longer feel like I'm gonna die. Instead I know that this is just another workout and all I have to do is lie down in front of the fan and rest for a bit.
When I look back at it the journey has been more than just a physical one. I got some confidence back, some "mojo" as Austin Powers called it, something that kept deteriorating along with my health. My wife and I had decided to split, about to send my son to the mainland, was still working freelance and not making much money and still just basically finding my way back to . . . myself really.
RFM helped. Bumper and I really never talked in high school but God must have sensed that he could help me because we drank beers and talked several times that night at my 20th year reunion.
Things work out for a reason. Sometimes I say that RFM saved me, but that's not true, or that's not accurate as we say in journalism.
RFM revived me. Like defibrillators shock a body into working again, that's what RFM did for me. That first workout was a shock, and it revived me.
Not sure what I'm trying to say here, maybe I'm just trying to remind myself how this all started.
One final note for today, we did 30 manmakers for yesterday's workout. My time was 6:34. Last March it was more than 7 minutes.
Like Hunter S. Thompson once said . . . "Buy the ticket, take the ride." Been fun so far guys, let's keep it going.
Later,
Rod
Rod, all I remember when you first started was "Fight gone Bad". That was HELLA funny!!! You was dying and all of a sudden, you let out a big yell during the last round of the push press and was doing it so fast. I was like "wow, this guy is a 'snap'!. He's a psycho"
ReplyDeleteI may not be there physically any more, but Im still here, reading your hilarious fucking blogs! Glad I made a Cameo in your post! I remember the second time you re-joined and couldnt believe how much weight I had lost. I'm pretty sure that motivated you to stick around and watch what happens.... Or so I'd like to believe. I miss you guys!
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