From the lack of activity on the blog, it looks like I've been skipping workouts. That's only kind of true.
Tracey and I were in Las Vegas from July 16-20, and I managed to sneak in a couple of workouts in between downing huge slushy alcoholic beverages in souvenir glasses and testing the upper limits of my gluttony at expensive casino buffets.
Both my workouts happened at CrossFit Max Effort. It's actually in the same facility as what used to be CrossFit Las Vegas, which I went to when we went to Vegas three years ago, but the owners of what was CFLV split up. Zach got the facility and the other guy got to keep the name. I was considering trying at least one other affiliate when I was down there, but CFME was really easy to find, and $30 fee on Tuesday covered Tuesday's WOD, a t-shirt, and a return trip on Thursday if I wanted. Considering I had to take a cab to the gym, I thought it was a pretty good deal.
On Tuesday, I pulled up in a taxi and was greeted curbside by a rush of Aussie chicks wearing CrossFit shirts. I think they were looking for a way to get back to the Strip.
When they opened the door, I asked them if the CF gym was around the corner.
"Yes! And 50 Cent is on the sidewalk!"
Turns out that Fitty was giving a talk to some Boys and Girls Clubs in the sports complex that houses CFME and he was out front surrounded by a bunch of little kids wearing blue t-shirts.
Of course I didn't have my phone or my fucking camera with me, so I was unable to get a photo with him. He posed for a group pic with the kids and I briefly considered photobombing it and asking someone to e-mail it to me. I would have stood out, because I would have been the only white person in the picture.
The WOD? Oh yeah, it involved 5 sets of 5 reps each of weighted good mornings, weighted pull-ups, and bench press.
I don't remember my totals offhand, but I think it was 145, 35 and 145 respectively. I know I failed a couple of times on the bench at 155 on the fourth and fifth rep.
On Thursday, I decided to go back. As a warm-up, I wanted to walk from my hotel at Caesar's, mid-Strip, as far north as I could on the Strip where I could still find a cab in front of a hotel.
I set out about 10:30am. It was already pretty warm, and it's a pretty decent hike to the Excalibur. I got there a little after 11am so I had some time to kill in the lobby of the hotel. I was wandering around when a couple of girls dressed like medieval wenches grabbed me and pulled me over to take pictures with them.
"Okay, you get down on one knee like that, I'm gonna put my thigh here on your shoulder, while she sits on your knee."
"For this next one, I'll bend in front of you, and you pretend to spank me."
They were set up there with the idea of luring unsuspecting and horny tourist rubes into these photo-ops, then selling the souvenir pics at $25 each.
Not that I would pay for that anyway (I may be a rube, but I'm a cheap rube) but when I looked at the proofs, all I could see on my green T-shirt were two HUGE sweat stains where the straps of my backpack had been. It was pretty gross and not a memory I would pay to cherish forever.
Sorry, wenches.
Of course, now that I think back, I wish I HAD taken a picture of how gross I looked.
The Thursday WOD was seven sets of snatch doubles. Nicole was our instructor and earlier I had been watching her snatch (hey-oh!!). She had some pretty sweet form, and was snatching around what I would be doing, which was especially impressive for a woman who is visibly pregnant. (If by some incredibly small chance she's reading this, oh God, I hope I'm not wrong about that.)
I think I did sets of 95-115-135-140-145-150 and failed on my second at 155.
Of course the two trips to CFME and all the walking I did in Vegas (there is so, so much walking you have to do to get anywhere) did very little to counter the fact that I was drinking jumbo margaritas for time and destrominating buffet tables.
I definitely got my fill of Las Vegas.
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