10 Thrusters (115lb)
shuttle run (20m, back, 30m, back)
15 Push Press (115lb)
shuttle run (20m, back, 30m, back)
shuttle run (20m, back, 30m, back)
20 Kettle Bell Swings to Shoulder Height 70lbs
shuttle run (20m, back, 30m, back)
shuttle run (20m, back, 30m, back)
25 burpees
shuttle run (20m, back, 30m, back)
shuttle run (20m, back, 30m, back)
The Rx'd version of this calls for dumbbell thrusters, using 55s. We had a shortage of those so I volunteered to do a barbell version with a slightly heavier weight. Even though the weight was heavier, not having to do this with dumbbells means this was an easier version. Not that it was actually easy, mind you.
15:26.
Overheard at the Gym
The Boy accompanied me to the gym, and did the workout in the back alley with the rest of us. He followed the pace set by Shae, rather than his old man, who was considerably slower.
My son is a very inquisitive little boy. You don't so much have conversations with him as you get interrogated by him. He just constantly asks questions. While I love my son as much as one human being can love another, this habit can be somewhat maddening. I've developed a few coping mechanisms (don't worry, bleeding hearts, none of them involve electroshock training) but have somewhat gotten used to it.
(To me) "Is she stronger than you?" "Yes, she is."
"Why am I so sweaty?"
(To me) "He's better than you!" He ould've been referring to Lance, Shae, Justin or just about any dude who was there on Sunday, really. I think he meant "better at CrossFit," but could have been referring to my moral fiber, my contributions to society, or my potential usefulness in the event of a zombie apocalypse.
(To Leya) "Were you born here?" "Yes." "Do you live here?" "Sometimes it feels like it." "Where do you sleep?" "I pull those crash mats up over the bathroom and sleep up there."
Overheard at the Gym
The Boy accompanied me to the gym, and did the workout in the back alley with the rest of us. He followed the pace set by Shae, rather than his old man, who was considerably slower.
My son is a very inquisitive little boy. You don't so much have conversations with him as you get interrogated by him. He just constantly asks questions. While I love my son as much as one human being can love another, this habit can be somewhat maddening. I've developed a few coping mechanisms (don't worry, bleeding hearts, none of them involve electroshock training) but have somewhat gotten used to it.
For people who aren't around my kid very much or aren't forced by the laws of nature to love him, his habit might be considered either mildly amusing or insanely annoying.
Leya, God bless her, seemed to fall in the former camp, and she temporarily immortalized a few of the Boy's questions on the CFR whiteboard.
(To me) "Is she stronger than you?" "Yes, she is."
"Why am I so sweaty?"
(To me) "He's better than you!" He ould've been referring to Lance, Shae, Justin or just about any dude who was there on Sunday, really. I think he meant "better at CrossFit," but could have been referring to my moral fiber, my contributions to society, or my potential usefulness in the event of a zombie apocalypse.
(To Leya) "Were you born here?" "Yes." "Do you live here?" "Sometimes it feels like it." "Where do you sleep?" "I pull those crash mats up over the bathroom and sleep up there."
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