So we're going through one hell of a workout on Tuesday that involved one of those 20 seconds of work 20 seconds of rest things. Eight rounds that started off with kettlebell swings, then sit-ups then burpees.
The burpees were killer. I was kinda bogging when Bump yells at me, "C'mon Antone! This is a big year for us! Let's get it down to single digit body fat this year!!!'
Now you guys know me, I get exhausted fast and nothing anyone yells at me can snap me out of my haze but Bump managed to do that.
See, this is the year I turn the big 4-0. Yup, me and Bump and the rest of Maui High School Class of 1990.
Single digit body fat at 40? Can it be done? Of course. Will it be done? Tough but . . . I want to.
Be nice to take off my shirt and not be sucking in the gut. (Not that it helps) I mean, I feel 100 percent in better shape because of RFM and people have noticed. But getting the six pack back is a special project, which involves all kinds of factors and work outside the gym.
I can do it. All it takes is money for certain kinda groceries, packing meals the night before and caution when it comes to eating out.
Single digit body fat percentage. Wow.
Okay, enough about that crap. Yesterday we did a strange one workout. Five dips, 10 lunges and 15 double-unders, AMRAP for 3 minutes. Rest, then repeat for a total of 3 rounds.
Strange because it wasn't completely exhausting. And wonderful because once again I cranked out double unders at light speed and I had a witness.
My first round I did them in front of Bump and it was fast. Like I'm talking first one done with the round kinda fast and Bump was like, "Yeah Rod, YEAH!"
Here's the weird part though. I did a total of 8 rounds and my timing for double-unders was off from the second to the six round and then I got the rhythm back for the last two rounds.
Oh, that and I need my own jump rope. I've been lucky enough to use Lori's every single time but I'm getting my own soon on Friday. Hopefully Sports Authority has some options.
So yeah, I finally got double-unders and it feels good. It's taken almost two years but better late than never and just in time for year 40.
Alright gang, see you Friday,
Rod
The burpees were killer. I was kinda bogging when Bump yells at me, "C'mon Antone! This is a big year for us! Let's get it down to single digit body fat this year!!!'
Now you guys know me, I get exhausted fast and nothing anyone yells at me can snap me out of my haze but Bump managed to do that.
See, this is the year I turn the big 4-0. Yup, me and Bump and the rest of Maui High School Class of 1990.
Single digit body fat at 40? Can it be done? Of course. Will it be done? Tough but . . . I want to.
Be nice to take off my shirt and not be sucking in the gut. (Not that it helps) I mean, I feel 100 percent in better shape because of RFM and people have noticed. But getting the six pack back is a special project, which involves all kinds of factors and work outside the gym.
I can do it. All it takes is money for certain kinda groceries, packing meals the night before and caution when it comes to eating out.
Single digit body fat percentage. Wow.
Okay, enough about that crap. Yesterday we did a strange one workout. Five dips, 10 lunges and 15 double-unders, AMRAP for 3 minutes. Rest, then repeat for a total of 3 rounds.
Strange because it wasn't completely exhausting. And wonderful because once again I cranked out double unders at light speed and I had a witness.
My first round I did them in front of Bump and it was fast. Like I'm talking first one done with the round kinda fast and Bump was like, "Yeah Rod, YEAH!"
Here's the weird part though. I did a total of 8 rounds and my timing for double-unders was off from the second to the six round and then I got the rhythm back for the last two rounds.
Oh, that and I need my own jump rope. I've been lucky enough to use Lori's every single time but I'm getting my own soon on Friday. Hopefully Sports Authority has some options.
So yeah, I finally got double-unders and it feels good. It's taken almost two years but better late than never and just in time for year 40.
Alright gang, see you Friday,
Rod
