So yeah, I wrap my legs.
See, this is what happens when you do a bunch of weight lifting type WOD's again and again, week after week. You end up scraping the crap out of your shins.
Deadlifts then power cleans then deadlifts again and each time I hit my shins it would open up my scab and I was bleeding again. My blood ended up on the bar and the floor, it was gross.
I wasn't the only one either, everybody was getting scraped up. So one by one they all invested in high socks and other shin protecting equipment.
I of course, went ghetto and grabbed Bruce's knee wraps and used them to wrap my legs.
Hey, they work. Bump said I look like an escapee from Candyland but whatever. At least I'm not bleeding anymore.
And I needed them today because we were doing heavy power snatches plus three overhead squats. And oh joy, my partner was Marcus.
Bruddah has one speed, max out as fast as you can. We jumped up in weight super fast and before I knew it I was snatching up 175. The snatch I could handle but I had to bail on the three OHS. It was heavy, I was off balance and I felt my wrists breaking.
But I got the snatch at least. Yay.
Then our WOD was run 800, do 50 sit-ups, 50 kettle bell swings then run another 800 meters.
I had to grab the 35 pound kettle bell because all the other guys took the heavy weights. (Serious, had nothing to do with me sandbagging). But my time was still 19 plus minutes. Sheesh.
I'm getting more concerned about my cardio, particularly my running, because of what's been going on in the news lately.
Come on, you know what I'm talking about. Guys eating the faces off of people, ripping out their own intestines, cutting off body parts and sending them in the mail. It's got all the markings of the zombie apocalypse.
Plus the Ancient Mayan calendar predicts that December 2012 will usher in a new age . . . a zombie age probably from the looks of it.
And if we have to survive the zombie outbreak we're going to need some good cardio, along with a 12 gauge shotgun and flamethrower. I can buy the last two, the first one I've got to earn on my own.
SO . . . let's do it people. Get moving, because after the bullets and the gas run out all you've got are your feet.
Peace,
Rod
