Five rounds of hang squat cleans. No I don't have my time. I was too tired to look up at the clock. Oh wait, I almost forgot to mention that it was five rounds of 15 squat cleans. And 20 situps. But the 20 situps was almost like a rest period. Damn.
I just gotta face it, my legs are weak. WEAK. But that's okay. They're getting there. I've neglected doing any sort of legs for years and now I'm paying the price. I expect that. But damn it's tough.
Plus hang squat cleans have that stupid move at the end where you bend your wrists backwards and have to rest it on the front of your shoulders. I just don't have that flexibility and don't know if it'll ever come. I hate those puppies. If I had to pick a top three most hated moves in the gym it would be burpees, thrusters and hang squat cleans.
(By the way Bumper, I swear to God if you read my blog then decide to throw all three of those together for a workout one day I will hurt you. And I'll make sure to do it before the workout because afterwards I'll be too busy throwing up blood.)
Today was tough though. Not sure if it's because I spent all day at the beach and was a little pooped but I almost gave up on the fourth round. I was going to fake like I had done all five rounds already but then Kristi gave me that look that said, "I've been counting, do the last round damn it." So I did. Sweet Jesus I did it.
You know I was tired if I came in last after Bob, Josh and Derek and just don't give a damn. Usually I'd be whining about how I didn't push hard enough or some other B.S. but tonight I was just glad to finish.
But I gotta say, I feel good tonight. It's gotten to the point where feeling sore and exhausted means I feel good and not feeling sore and exhausted means I wasted my time today. Welcome to Bizzaro World, aka Crossfit. Have a good one gang.
***UPDATE***
Okay, Josh said he didn't do all 15 reps on tonight and it was more like 15, 12, 8, 8, 8. That explains him finishing before I did. Seriously though, I was just glad to be done. Ow.
Friday, November 19, 2010
Wednesday, November 17, 2010
A special day
On Tuesday Josh and I were pulled aside by Kristi so we could do some mobility work. Which in essence means we are inflexible as hell. I blame years of lifting without stretching. Damn you Muscle and Fitness magazine.
So instead of doing our strength workout we were subjected to torture so vile it should be used to question prisoners at Guantanamo. Okay, maybe it wasn't that bad but it was somewhat painful and weird. But I got a good stretch. I'll try to explain what we had to do but it's difficult without pictures. (Kristi email me those pics at antonerod@live.com, pretty please!)
SO . . . actually I don't even know where to begin. First she wraped a giant rubber band around my arm and told me to pull against it until I seperated my shoulder blade from my back muscles. This sounded bad and felt worse. Plus it made me contort my face until I knew I looked like some mental health patient, mainly because Kristi's daughter was watching and laughing at me. Then Josh did it and I saw him make faces that looked angry and confused at the same time. Sort of like a constipated Incredible Hulk or something. At least I understood why people were laughing at me, because that face is funny.
Then she gave us tennis balls, placed them on my traps muscle, then pulled my arm and pushed the tennis ball in with her foot using her leg muscles, which for Kristi is a lot of muscle. She's a pretty girl but she'll throw up some weight on those snatches and squats and cleans and . . . you get the picture. She's strong. And actually the pressure felt sort of good when I let myself relax but good God she had my arm in a vise. She has what I call the "GI Joe Kung Fu Grip". Must be from grabbing heavy weightlifting bars every day. I have marks on my arm like a little boy who gets abused at home.
Oh yes, and in the middle of all this stretching Kristi tells me, "Rod, you're fuzzy." At first I'm thinking, "Do I really have that much body hair? Is she telling me I should start shaving my arms? What, just cause she goes out with a hairless hapa Japanese guy that doesn't mean she can pass judgements on the other men in the gym."
Ah but it seems I got it all wrong. Sorry Kristi. Apparently being "fuzzy" means you are inflexible. I went online to find a yoga instructor's blog which will better explain what Kristi meant (thank God for Google):
*******“The fuzz” are strands of cobweb-like connective tissue that develop between the muscles and between muscle groups when we fail to move our bodies around in all the magnificent ways it can move. These strands of connective tissue multiply and bind together during long periods of inactivity (like when we sleep).
As time passes the fascia thickens and hardens between those once juicy, smooth and slippery surfaces rendering them less and less able to slide and glide past one another. As the individual muscles lose their ability to move freely and independently of other muscles our movements become less multidimensional and refined. We call this ’stiff’.************
Thank you to the "Nourish Santa Cruz" blogger for that. Check out the whole blog at http://www.nourishsantacruz.com/blog/tag/muscle-ability/
Oh yes, did I mention after all that we still had the damn workout of the day. Run 400 meters, do 21 box jumps, then repeat for a total of 3 rounds. My knee was bothering me for some reason but I do believe my box jumps are getting better. My runs are less painful but I'm not getting faster. Ah well, I think it'll be the last thing to improve for some reason. And yes Bump, I'll post times later.
In the end I'd just like to say that despite the pain, the personal time that our trainers put in to help Josh and I with our mobility is just a testament to the type of gym they run. Josh pointed out that he's had a personal trainer before and they charge $65 or more per hour. I've calculated that RFM only charges people $6 an hour if you go to all 20 classes that they offer each month. They work with you one and one to develop powerlifting technique and stretching and mobility and it's worth every penny and more.
Guess what I'm trying to say is they run a good shop and I'm glad to be working out there. Thanks guys.
So instead of doing our strength workout we were subjected to torture so vile it should be used to question prisoners at Guantanamo. Okay, maybe it wasn't that bad but it was somewhat painful and weird. But I got a good stretch. I'll try to explain what we had to do but it's difficult without pictures. (Kristi email me those pics at antonerod@live.com, pretty please!)
SO . . . actually I don't even know where to begin. First she wraped a giant rubber band around my arm and told me to pull against it until I seperated my shoulder blade from my back muscles. This sounded bad and felt worse. Plus it made me contort my face until I knew I looked like some mental health patient, mainly because Kristi's daughter was watching and laughing at me. Then Josh did it and I saw him make faces that looked angry and confused at the same time. Sort of like a constipated Incredible Hulk or something. At least I understood why people were laughing at me, because that face is funny.
Then she gave us tennis balls, placed them on my traps muscle, then pulled my arm and pushed the tennis ball in with her foot using her leg muscles, which for Kristi is a lot of muscle. She's a pretty girl but she'll throw up some weight on those snatches and squats and cleans and . . . you get the picture. She's strong. And actually the pressure felt sort of good when I let myself relax but good God she had my arm in a vise. She has what I call the "GI Joe Kung Fu Grip". Must be from grabbing heavy weightlifting bars every day. I have marks on my arm like a little boy who gets abused at home.
Oh yes, and in the middle of all this stretching Kristi tells me, "Rod, you're fuzzy." At first I'm thinking, "Do I really have that much body hair? Is she telling me I should start shaving my arms? What, just cause she goes out with a hairless hapa Japanese guy that doesn't mean she can pass judgements on the other men in the gym."
Ah but it seems I got it all wrong. Sorry Kristi. Apparently being "fuzzy" means you are inflexible. I went online to find a yoga instructor's blog which will better explain what Kristi meant (thank God for Google):
*******“The fuzz” are strands of cobweb-like connective tissue that develop between the muscles and between muscle groups when we fail to move our bodies around in all the magnificent ways it can move. These strands of connective tissue multiply and bind together during long periods of inactivity (like when we sleep).
As time passes the fascia thickens and hardens between those once juicy, smooth and slippery surfaces rendering them less and less able to slide and glide past one another. As the individual muscles lose their ability to move freely and independently of other muscles our movements become less multidimensional and refined. We call this ’stiff’.************
Thank you to the "Nourish Santa Cruz" blogger for that. Check out the whole blog at http://www.nourishsantacruz.com/blog/tag/muscle-ability/
Oh yes, did I mention after all that we still had the damn workout of the day. Run 400 meters, do 21 box jumps, then repeat for a total of 3 rounds. My knee was bothering me for some reason but I do believe my box jumps are getting better. My runs are less painful but I'm not getting faster. Ah well, I think it'll be the last thing to improve for some reason. And yes Bump, I'll post times later.
In the end I'd just like to say that despite the pain, the personal time that our trainers put in to help Josh and I with our mobility is just a testament to the type of gym they run. Josh pointed out that he's had a personal trainer before and they charge $65 or more per hour. I've calculated that RFM only charges people $6 an hour if you go to all 20 classes that they offer each month. They work with you one and one to develop powerlifting technique and stretching and mobility and it's worth every penny and more.
Guess what I'm trying to say is they run a good shop and I'm glad to be working out there. Thanks guys.
Monday, November 15, 2010
What's better, lots of weight or lots of reps?
Tonight I threw up some weight. First 135, 185 and 205 for benching. Nothing out of the ordinary there. Then we did two rounds of push presses, dips and kettle bell swings. First round you do as much as you can, rest for three minutes, then try to match the same reps as the first round.
I did 12 push presses, 30 dips and 26 kettle bell swings, then finished up the second round in 1:56. But here's the thing, I went heavy, about 115 lbs for the push press, so I didn't rep out as much as I could have. Twelve reps wasn't that hard to do. The kettlebells were the same way. I did the 44 lbs kettle. Not bad. Plus I got my motion down so I'm not trying to power it up with my back and shoulders anymore.
I don't know, should I have gone for less weight and more reps? Maybe. I just get a better workout if my reps are higher, I know that. It almost feels like I didn't workout tonight. Maybe if I went 95 lbs on the push press I could have gone for 25 reps or higher.
Oh and I should point out that the workout actually calls for ring dips, not regular dips. But I can't do those yet. I've been working on it though. Maybe I should have gone for it tonight. Yeah, then maybe I wouldn't be whining about how I don't feel like I worked out tonight. Grrrrrrrrr . . .
On another note, I didn't eat a damn thing today and I'm not hungry. Just had too many things to do. Should I be worried about my lack of hunger? It's not like I don't have the fat to spare. Then again this girl's dinner next to me is looking good. Hmmm, maybe it's time I go home and have a meal before I assault this girl for her chicken salad.
I did 12 push presses, 30 dips and 26 kettle bell swings, then finished up the second round in 1:56. But here's the thing, I went heavy, about 115 lbs for the push press, so I didn't rep out as much as I could have. Twelve reps wasn't that hard to do. The kettlebells were the same way. I did the 44 lbs kettle. Not bad. Plus I got my motion down so I'm not trying to power it up with my back and shoulders anymore.
I don't know, should I have gone for less weight and more reps? Maybe. I just get a better workout if my reps are higher, I know that. It almost feels like I didn't workout tonight. Maybe if I went 95 lbs on the push press I could have gone for 25 reps or higher.
Oh and I should point out that the workout actually calls for ring dips, not regular dips. But I can't do those yet. I've been working on it though. Maybe I should have gone for it tonight. Yeah, then maybe I wouldn't be whining about how I don't feel like I worked out tonight. Grrrrrrrrr . . .
On another note, I didn't eat a damn thing today and I'm not hungry. Just had too many things to do. Should I be worried about my lack of hunger? It's not like I don't have the fat to spare. Then again this girl's dinner next to me is looking good. Hmmm, maybe it's time I go home and have a meal before I assault this girl for her chicken salad.
Saturday, November 13, 2010
See, this is why I hate cardio
Yesterday I had to look at the workout that was posted online like three times. This is what was posted:
4 rounds:
Run 400 meters
Rest 2:00
That's it. No wall balls, no box jumps, no front squats. Nothing. Just running. At first I thought, wow, piece of cake. Then I looked at the 2 minute rest again and said to myself, crap, they want us to go all out.
Yeah, see that's the thing when you incorporate those other things with running, nobody goes all out. You're running at cruise control because your legs are usually cabbage by the time the 400 meter comes up.
But this, this was another level of evil. Just run flat out, rest, then run flat out again. So simple in its deviousness that I almost admired it. Almost.
See, we have some real nutcases at our gym, and I know nobody was going to try and pace themselves on this run. Especially Derek. Ever since he lost all that weight he's been working out with the intesity of a heroin addict looking to score some smack. There's no stopping him. Plus he's got that injured shoulder so what he can't do with the weights he tries to make up in cardio. In other words, the gimp is fast.
So anyway, we power through our strength workout which includes five sets of 2 rep snatches and 3 sets of 3 rep deadlifts. I made the mistake of lifting with Kats for deadlifts, that guy throws up some mean weight. I think we started off with 225 then kept going up to 285. Tough but I wasn't worried about the weights.
Then we start running. Everybody lines up like we're going to film a scene from "Chariots of Fire" and then we take off when Kristi says GO. To my surprise Bob is off like a racehorse with Derek in second. I might have been third. My buddy Josh was right behind me and the two gals were coming up from behind.
That was the first round. Let's skip to the fourth lap. Bob and Lori and I were last. Derek was first of course. But surprisingly my friend Josh came in before me. Not that Josh is out of shape, but he's a thick guy that hasn't been doing Crossfit as long as I have. But good for him. Bastard.
They averaged out all four of my times for each lap and I think I had a 1:37. Josh had 1:24 or something like that. We were blown out.
Now, about this time I would end this blog but I need to keep going beyond this workout to tell you a related story about the aftermath of this run. I got invited to a fundraiser in Paia and invited Josh to check it out with me. Anuhea was playing, there was a bikini fashion show, the works. Josh and I are both on the Whole 30 diet and we still have 17 days to go before we can drink alcohol but it was still fun to check out.
Except at some point Josh ends up resting in his truck. In the middle of the girls with bikinis struttin their stuff on stage. I asked him if he was okay and he said, "Brah, that run killed me. My legs are f--ked up."
See, that's what you get for trying to beat my time. Next time run slower. Hahahahahahha.
4 rounds:
Run 400 meters
Rest 2:00
That's it. No wall balls, no box jumps, no front squats. Nothing. Just running. At first I thought, wow, piece of cake. Then I looked at the 2 minute rest again and said to myself, crap, they want us to go all out.
Yeah, see that's the thing when you incorporate those other things with running, nobody goes all out. You're running at cruise control because your legs are usually cabbage by the time the 400 meter comes up.
But this, this was another level of evil. Just run flat out, rest, then run flat out again. So simple in its deviousness that I almost admired it. Almost.
See, we have some real nutcases at our gym, and I know nobody was going to try and pace themselves on this run. Especially Derek. Ever since he lost all that weight he's been working out with the intesity of a heroin addict looking to score some smack. There's no stopping him. Plus he's got that injured shoulder so what he can't do with the weights he tries to make up in cardio. In other words, the gimp is fast.
So anyway, we power through our strength workout which includes five sets of 2 rep snatches and 3 sets of 3 rep deadlifts. I made the mistake of lifting with Kats for deadlifts, that guy throws up some mean weight. I think we started off with 225 then kept going up to 285. Tough but I wasn't worried about the weights.
Then we start running. Everybody lines up like we're going to film a scene from "Chariots of Fire" and then we take off when Kristi says GO. To my surprise Bob is off like a racehorse with Derek in second. I might have been third. My buddy Josh was right behind me and the two gals were coming up from behind.
That was the first round. Let's skip to the fourth lap. Bob and Lori and I were last. Derek was first of course. But surprisingly my friend Josh came in before me. Not that Josh is out of shape, but he's a thick guy that hasn't been doing Crossfit as long as I have. But good for him. Bastard.
They averaged out all four of my times for each lap and I think I had a 1:37. Josh had 1:24 or something like that. We were blown out.
Now, about this time I would end this blog but I need to keep going beyond this workout to tell you a related story about the aftermath of this run. I got invited to a fundraiser in Paia and invited Josh to check it out with me. Anuhea was playing, there was a bikini fashion show, the works. Josh and I are both on the Whole 30 diet and we still have 17 days to go before we can drink alcohol but it was still fun to check out.
Except at some point Josh ends up resting in his truck. In the middle of the girls with bikinis struttin their stuff on stage. I asked him if he was okay and he said, "Brah, that run killed me. My legs are f--ked up."
See, that's what you get for trying to beat my time. Next time run slower. Hahahahahahha.
Wednesday, November 10, 2010
Pain can be funny, especially if it's not yours
Today was a cool little workout, quick, tough yet not leaving me with a bunch of sore muscles. We threw up some shoulder presses for strength and I did 3 sets of 3 reps of 95, 115 and 135. Not bad. Then we did push ups and pullups for asending and descending reps of 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1.
I had a time of 6:54. Again, not bad. And I only used the rubber band after I hit the 7 rep mark and was descending in reps. It's getting there.
But the real fun came afterwards when Oran, our 9 a.m. trainer suggested we stretch out. I was there with Josh, a friend of mine who I introduced Raw Fitness Maui to last week. He was an all star football player in high school, played a year of division 2 college ball, and held all the powerlifting records too. But that was a long time ago. Now he's 33 and like me, a fat ass.
So Oran gives us these foam "rollers". They're about two inches in circumfrence and maybe two feet long. What you do is you put these on the ground and "roll" on them with your body at various angles to stretch things out. And let me tell you, some of those stretches are brutal for the first time.
For me today I had a tight spot right behind my armpit on the right side which I managed to get rid of with the roller after about 5 minutes of pain. Josh however has never done these before.
Yes, I know. I find joy in evil things sometimes.
So Oran has Josh roll everywhere, on his back, his thighs, his ass, everything. All I hear are screams. It's like Nightmare on Elm Street except he's not dreaming. "ARGHHHHHHHH!!!" is all I hear and I can't stop laughing. I laughed so hard I had a cramp in my abs and had to use the roller to get it out.
Oh man that was funny. Plus it was good to work out under Oran's supervision again. He used to watch me like a hawk to make sure I was doing all the powerlifting techniques right and didn't let me put on any weight until I did. Then he switched from the afternoon classes to the morning and today I found out why. He's a police officer and he had his shift changed. Also explains why he watched us so dilligently during our workouts. He's a cop! He's used to busting people! Right on Officer Oran, keep up the good work.
And thanks for making Josh stretch and giving me some entertainment this morning. It's a great way to start the day.
I had a time of 6:54. Again, not bad. And I only used the rubber band after I hit the 7 rep mark and was descending in reps. It's getting there.
But the real fun came afterwards when Oran, our 9 a.m. trainer suggested we stretch out. I was there with Josh, a friend of mine who I introduced Raw Fitness Maui to last week. He was an all star football player in high school, played a year of division 2 college ball, and held all the powerlifting records too. But that was a long time ago. Now he's 33 and like me, a fat ass.
So Oran gives us these foam "rollers". They're about two inches in circumfrence and maybe two feet long. What you do is you put these on the ground and "roll" on them with your body at various angles to stretch things out. And let me tell you, some of those stretches are brutal for the first time.
For me today I had a tight spot right behind my armpit on the right side which I managed to get rid of with the roller after about 5 minutes of pain. Josh however has never done these before.
Yes, I know. I find joy in evil things sometimes.
So Oran has Josh roll everywhere, on his back, his thighs, his ass, everything. All I hear are screams. It's like Nightmare on Elm Street except he's not dreaming. "ARGHHHHHHHH!!!" is all I hear and I can't stop laughing. I laughed so hard I had a cramp in my abs and had to use the roller to get it out.
Oh man that was funny. Plus it was good to work out under Oran's supervision again. He used to watch me like a hawk to make sure I was doing all the powerlifting techniques right and didn't let me put on any weight until I did. Then he switched from the afternoon classes to the morning and today I found out why. He's a police officer and he had his shift changed. Also explains why he watched us so dilligently during our workouts. He's a cop! He's used to busting people! Right on Officer Oran, keep up the good work.
And thanks for making Josh stretch and giving me some entertainment this morning. It's a great way to start the day.
Tuesday, November 9, 2010
Something is off, or I'm getting stronger
Tonight we did legs, legs and more legs. I hate legs. You walk with them all day anyway, why make them do more work?
But work is what we do at Raw Fitness Maui. And so yes, I squatted three sets of 135, 165 and 180. Then we did four rounds of a full minute of throwing the medicine ball against the wall and then jumping rope for another minute. It was tiring.
And yet, I don't feel the pain I used to during these workouts. I tried to push myself and used the 20 pound medicine ball but I still didn't get that painful feeling. What's wrong with me? I did about 79 wall balls total, then maybe 130 or so jumps on the jump rope. Granted I didn't do double unders but those are impossible right now for me to do in any sort of sequence above "2".
I think it's safe to say that I'm going to have to push the limits even more at the workouts. I might even consider doing MMA in the morning AND Crossfit in the evening. What's that you say? Impossible? Foolish even?
Yeah, I thought so too. But my body is getting used to these evening workouts. It's almost as if it's not enough. So it's either MMA in the mornings or I buy a surfboard and start longboarding again.
OR . . . I could just keep pushing at Crossfit. I'm really not reaching the pinnacles of pain that I am capable of. I was doing about 20 wall balls per minute but maybe I should have been pushing for 30. And I should have tried more double unders.
Yeah, that's the ticket.
Okay, now that the serious stuff is out of the way I have to rip on a fellow Crossfit member. I feel bad about it because he's a really nice guy, my cousin's husband Bob. Today he was doing his jump rope part of the workout and was doing some 80's Flashdance routine with high knee steps. I kept watching him and hearing the lyrics "She's a maniac, maniac on the floor" in my head. Plus he had on an old mesh tank top that was probably last worn in the movie "Breakin" by Ozone. It was a trip. Our trainers didn't know what was going on.
But you know, Bob has been training hard and he kicks my ass during the runs. That's all that counts. Don't worry, I know it's funnier when I rip on myself, but I just had to say something about that tonight. We love ya Bob.
But work is what we do at Raw Fitness Maui. And so yes, I squatted three sets of 135, 165 and 180. Then we did four rounds of a full minute of throwing the medicine ball against the wall and then jumping rope for another minute. It was tiring.
And yet, I don't feel the pain I used to during these workouts. I tried to push myself and used the 20 pound medicine ball but I still didn't get that painful feeling. What's wrong with me? I did about 79 wall balls total, then maybe 130 or so jumps on the jump rope. Granted I didn't do double unders but those are impossible right now for me to do in any sort of sequence above "2".
I think it's safe to say that I'm going to have to push the limits even more at the workouts. I might even consider doing MMA in the morning AND Crossfit in the evening. What's that you say? Impossible? Foolish even?
Yeah, I thought so too. But my body is getting used to these evening workouts. It's almost as if it's not enough. So it's either MMA in the mornings or I buy a surfboard and start longboarding again.
OR . . . I could just keep pushing at Crossfit. I'm really not reaching the pinnacles of pain that I am capable of. I was doing about 20 wall balls per minute but maybe I should have been pushing for 30. And I should have tried more double unders.
Yeah, that's the ticket.
Okay, now that the serious stuff is out of the way I have to rip on a fellow Crossfit member. I feel bad about it because he's a really nice guy, my cousin's husband Bob. Today he was doing his jump rope part of the workout and was doing some 80's Flashdance routine with high knee steps. I kept watching him and hearing the lyrics "She's a maniac, maniac on the floor" in my head. Plus he had on an old mesh tank top that was probably last worn in the movie "Breakin" by Ozone. It was a trip. Our trainers didn't know what was going on.
But you know, Bob has been training hard and he kicks my ass during the runs. That's all that counts. Don't worry, I know it's funnier when I rip on myself, but I just had to say something about that tonight. We love ya Bob.
Saturday, November 6, 2010
Please can I lift more weight than Kehau?
Why do you mock me oh Crossfit gods? I train and train and train and yet the women at my gym still out run me out lift me and just humble me. But let us backtrack so you understand fully.
I was really looking forward to yesterday's workout, which was five reps of shoulder overhead presses followed by 10 burpees for five rounds. Yeah, I know, I said I was LOOKING FORWARD TO IT, as in, "Oh I can't wait to do this." I know, I'm sick in the head. Or getting stronger. Take your pick.
But I was thinking I can pretty much do more weight than almost anyone else in the gym, if it's a straight lifting contest and we're not running laps or doing squats or something mental like that. Burpees are tough but ten of them at a time are reasonable.
Anyway I get to the gym and experiment with weight. First I try 135. Kinda heavy. I'm thinking, am I going to be able to do 5 sets of 5? I have my doubts. So I switch to 115. Okay, cool. Not bad. I'll do this.
So we do our strength routine - which was bench and I lifted 135, 185 and another 185 - and get ready for the second workout. I slap on the 115 and see that Kehau, aka Wonder Girl has slapped on the same weight. Sigh.
I guess I coulda slapped on the 45's at that point but I had already given my racks to my friend Josh and was going to be power cleaning my 115 off the floor. I knew sure as hell I wouldn't be cleaning 135 off the floor for five rounds so I stayed at my weight. F--king Kehau, I don't usually use this word to describe women, but she's a STUD. She freaking pressed that 115 like a champ. I had the best time for our group, 7:08, but since she was doing my same weight it almost felt like a false time. I SUCK!!!
Nah, I know I've come a long way but if you are a competitive guy you can't help but want to blow everyone else out of the water. Eventually. But I gotta say as humbling as it is it's cool to say you work out at a gym which is so intense that the chicks kick your ass. Oh and I didn't mention that Frank, aka the Beastmaster is back. Keahu's husband of course. A tall surfer guy that lifts more than anyone else at the gym. He did 165 lbs I think. Brah. That's all I can say. Brah.
115. Pagh. That's it, whatever weight Kehau is doing I'm doing at least 20 pounds more. Or ten. At least 5 pounds more for sure. Ga-run-tee.
ps - the diet is going well I think. I had salad 8 times yesterday though and it's been tough going #2 all of a sudden. Should I be concerned? Also, what does Paleo say about eating pot roast at 2 a.m.? It's protein right? Stay tuned.
I was really looking forward to yesterday's workout, which was five reps of shoulder overhead presses followed by 10 burpees for five rounds. Yeah, I know, I said I was LOOKING FORWARD TO IT, as in, "Oh I can't wait to do this." I know, I'm sick in the head. Or getting stronger. Take your pick.
But I was thinking I can pretty much do more weight than almost anyone else in the gym, if it's a straight lifting contest and we're not running laps or doing squats or something mental like that. Burpees are tough but ten of them at a time are reasonable.
Anyway I get to the gym and experiment with weight. First I try 135. Kinda heavy. I'm thinking, am I going to be able to do 5 sets of 5? I have my doubts. So I switch to 115. Okay, cool. Not bad. I'll do this.
So we do our strength routine - which was bench and I lifted 135, 185 and another 185 - and get ready for the second workout. I slap on the 115 and see that Kehau, aka Wonder Girl has slapped on the same weight. Sigh.
I guess I coulda slapped on the 45's at that point but I had already given my racks to my friend Josh and was going to be power cleaning my 115 off the floor. I knew sure as hell I wouldn't be cleaning 135 off the floor for five rounds so I stayed at my weight. F--king Kehau, I don't usually use this word to describe women, but she's a STUD. She freaking pressed that 115 like a champ. I had the best time for our group, 7:08, but since she was doing my same weight it almost felt like a false time. I SUCK!!!
Nah, I know I've come a long way but if you are a competitive guy you can't help but want to blow everyone else out of the water. Eventually. But I gotta say as humbling as it is it's cool to say you work out at a gym which is so intense that the chicks kick your ass. Oh and I didn't mention that Frank, aka the Beastmaster is back. Keahu's husband of course. A tall surfer guy that lifts more than anyone else at the gym. He did 165 lbs I think. Brah. That's all I can say. Brah.
115. Pagh. That's it, whatever weight Kehau is doing I'm doing at least 20 pounds more. Or ten. At least 5 pounds more for sure. Ga-run-tee.
ps - the diet is going well I think. I had salad 8 times yesterday though and it's been tough going #2 all of a sudden. Should I be concerned? Also, what does Paleo say about eating pot roast at 2 a.m.? It's protein right? Stay tuned.
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