SO . . . it figures after I say I had a dream about not being able to make the WOD that I don't make the WOD on Wednesday.
But, I went on Friday, which was awesome and terrible at the same time. More on that later.
First off, big birthday wishes to Kristi, Ikaika and Marcus. All three of them July babies.
Kristi is about as sweet as Beezlebump is evil, which means she is very sweet. But get her toasted and the HHHAAAAAAAAAAAWAIIAAAAAAN comes out small kine. She's awesome.
Ikaika and Marcus are of course the young guns in the gym, always lifting harder, running faster and pushing my limits. But it's because of them and others in the gym that I push myself too, just in an attempt to keep up with them.
Let us pause for some pictures:
Yes, I looked for the most embarrassing pics I could find. Get over it, it's my blog ya bastards.
No, but these guys make the gym what it is. Whether it's Ikaika getting that Mike Tyson tattoo on his head or Kristi yelling at me in the gym or Marcus . . . well let's just take yesterday for example.
Marcus comes into the gym looking slightly sluggish, which is unusual as he is a ball of energy most times. I asked what was up and he said he had just eaten at Da Kitchen, specifically the kanak attack plate.
Marcus said he didn't even know what a "kanak attack" was so I explained. It's the "eat till you sleep" Hawaiian paralysis that you get when you eat too much.
"Ah," he said. "That explains everything."
Anyway so we do power cleans for strength and of course, Marcus has to go the extra mile despite a full stomach and did power squat cleans instead. Then he went into the bathroom and locked the door for a bit. I don't blame him, because we had 15, 12, 9 repetitions of over head squats, pull-ups and burpees.
And Lord knows you don't want a full stomach when you do overhead squats. All that pressure and you might have an embarrassing episode in the gym.
So we start the WOD and I throw on 95 lbs. I keep up with Marcus for the first round of 15. The whole round. Then I have to actually catch my breath and realize that nothing hurts.
I mean, sure, the WOD is tough but my shoulder didn't hurt and neither did my back, the two things that usually hold me back.
So now I'm thinking, damn, no excuses. Time to workout.
By the time I did the last workout I was floored. Like on the floor gasping for air and head spinning.
Marcus, Ken and Bruce had finished before me but we were all right behind each other. Even Bruce was on the ground.
(By the way folks, Bruce works out even though he's been getting migraines at the gym. Can we force this animal to take it easy? Probably not, just concerned about the braddah.)
Good workout and great way to start the weekend.
Take care gang and happy birthday to all of you again!
Rod
But, I went on Friday, which was awesome and terrible at the same time. More on that later.
First off, big birthday wishes to Kristi, Ikaika and Marcus. All three of them July babies.
Kristi is about as sweet as Beezlebump is evil, which means she is very sweet. But get her toasted and the HHHAAAAAAAAAAAWAIIAAAAAAN comes out small kine. She's awesome.
Ikaika and Marcus are of course the young guns in the gym, always lifting harder, running faster and pushing my limits. But it's because of them and others in the gym that I push myself too, just in an attempt to keep up with them.
Let us pause for some pictures:
No, but these guys make the gym what it is. Whether it's Ikaika getting that Mike Tyson tattoo on his head or Kristi yelling at me in the gym or Marcus . . . well let's just take yesterday for example.
Marcus comes into the gym looking slightly sluggish, which is unusual as he is a ball of energy most times. I asked what was up and he said he had just eaten at Da Kitchen, specifically the kanak attack plate.
Marcus said he didn't even know what a "kanak attack" was so I explained. It's the "eat till you sleep" Hawaiian paralysis that you get when you eat too much.
"Ah," he said. "That explains everything."
Anyway so we do power cleans for strength and of course, Marcus has to go the extra mile despite a full stomach and did power squat cleans instead. Then he went into the bathroom and locked the door for a bit. I don't blame him, because we had 15, 12, 9 repetitions of over head squats, pull-ups and burpees.
And Lord knows you don't want a full stomach when you do overhead squats. All that pressure and you might have an embarrassing episode in the gym.
So we start the WOD and I throw on 95 lbs. I keep up with Marcus for the first round of 15. The whole round. Then I have to actually catch my breath and realize that nothing hurts.
I mean, sure, the WOD is tough but my shoulder didn't hurt and neither did my back, the two things that usually hold me back.
So now I'm thinking, damn, no excuses. Time to workout.
By the time I did the last workout I was floored. Like on the floor gasping for air and head spinning.
Marcus, Ken and Bruce had finished before me but we were all right behind each other. Even Bruce was on the ground.
(By the way folks, Bruce works out even though he's been getting migraines at the gym. Can we force this animal to take it easy? Probably not, just concerned about the braddah.)
Good workout and great way to start the weekend.
Take care gang and happy birthday to all of you again!
Rod
