As if to poke me in the eye with the sharp stick of irony, my life took great pleasure in denying my right to work out this weekend. We had to drive to Penetang for the family reunion, that meant staying in the retirement home again which, in fact, is better in some ways than a hotel, means there is no gym, no pool and nowhere to work out. Not only that, our weekends always seem to consist of staying in the townhouse eating cold cuts and talking about the relatives. I slept in a little on Saturday in order to catch up with the sleep I had missed last week. That meant no workout on Saturday, by the time we got home on Sunday I was exhausted from driving but attempted a short Back and Biceps workout. It’s amazing how drained I still was regardless of the great sleep I got on Saturday night on the Ditex Sapphire Millenium mattress in the old folks home. At the end of last week I could tell I was overtrained / under-rested because my heartbeat was just not getting into my usual zone, I was pushing as hard as I could but I couldn’t get over about 140bpm. Sunday’s workout wasn’t much better even though it was a P90X workout, my bpm should have been better. Now I am locked into 2 out of 3 days off coaching HOWEVER since I feel the girls are maybe not pushing quite as hard as I would like I may join in tonight and make it a bit of a fitness test / you vs. the coach deal. That would get me a short and not too stressful workout and allow me to fill the voids that are causing my Firstbeat Coach to be disappointed in me!
This title got me thinking, do you suppose that Alanis knew that her song contained no irony and therefore was the very epitome of the thing about which she was singing? I think not, that would give her too much credit, not that she is not talented, she’s just not that talented. It is ironic that the whole song contains nothing but coincidence, bad timing and life being a pain in the ass however and I find that amusing when seemingly oblivious to the irony of the intention, she warbles on about rain on her wedding day and lottery winners kicking the bucket. Irony, its funny that it’s the hardest thing to nail down. But I digress.
I stole this little nugget from paleofitmd today:
These are some of my CrossFit PRs
Fran: 7:18 (totally lame)
Back Squat: 235#
Strict Press: 115#
CrossFit Total 655#
Max Pushups: 40
Max Unbroken Muscles Ups: 5
Max Overhead Squat: 125#
Max Clean and Jerk: 160#
2K Row: 7:35
I probably should apologize to him for nicking his stuff but I need a little something to concentrate on and getting these numbers for myself is something I would like to do. Also, I think that his site may be a good read, certainly his “start here” page states some of the reasons I am frustrated with the medical profession.
So here are the descriptions of what those numbers mean:
21 Thrusters 95lbs
21 Pull Ups
15 Thrusters 95lbs
15 Pull Ups
9 Thrusters 95lbs
9 Pull Ups
1000 meter row
45 pound Thruster, 50 reps
Back Squat – The basic regular squat we all love to hate
Strict Press – Shoulder press, from standing, front of shoulder (I prefer back of shoulder, but my body is weird).
Deadlift – I’m going to assume everyone knows this. Lift the bar from the floor until you are upright. Keep back discs intact!
Crossfit Total – Simply add the totals from the previous 3 lifts (with each attempted 3 times for max)
Max Pushups – Unbroken push ups, no rest, full range of motion
Max Unbroken Muscles Ups – Again, no stopping to max
Max Overhead Squat – 1 rep max for overhead squat, just regular squat with arms extended overhead
Max Clean and Jerk – Probably the most misrepresented, misunderstood and challenging lift of all.
2K Row – Get on a rowing machine and go until your lungs explode!
By the way, in the thruster video, that’s my cousin (by marriage) Davey Havok singing the soundtrack. Google AFI, go see them in concert or go to itunes and download their CDs!