125# for deadlifts (i switched my grip for the last set though so technically 115# with hook grip) and the wod.. 13 min? i was able to do rope climbs for the first time today, yay!! but only 3 of them so I had to sub out the rest. time to invest in some long socks 🙂
i should just bring long socks to every AM workout just in case… i don’t check the WOD the night before so i don’t psych myself out (or get fervent dreams) in the meantime.
Deadlifts: 165# for 5 reps. empirically: 185# 3 rep max.
WOD: 20:57 with rope pull-ups and 25# on the box. the floor is possessed! 🙂 would be nice to climb a rope with practice. i can get halfway up the rope; it’s just a matter of wriggling all the way up.
DL: 175#, PR
WOD: 3rds + 1 rope climb @ 25min, Rx.
After a weekend spent drinking and not eating particularly well at a wedding plus feeling like I’m coming down with something (probably because of said partying) I had a feeling this was going to be pretty tough – yup, I was right. I thought about doing the rope scale but opted for the full climb which I felt good about (for the most part) – I underestimate how hard pushing those f’ing boxes is!
Great job 6pm! And 5pm too – super impressed watching the new folks tackle this, what an intro to CrossFit!
deadlifts – 365#
WOD – 27:30 or something like that (clearly before the time cap was instated)
This whole workout was a huge struggle for me. I came into it with a slight chip on my shoulder, feeling like I had underperformed the day before and wanting to prove to myself that the day before was just an off day.
Getting into the deadlifts, it became clear that today was feeling like an off day as well. As I got into the 300s, the bar started feeling very heavy. It was like my neurons weren’t firing right. I knew what I needed to do, but my body wouldn’t listed. I stopped at 365# when I had done a set of 5 @ 395# a few weeks back (on a 5×5 instead of a 3×5, so with even more volume). I decided that this was fine, that I kept my back safe and technique fairly sound.
Then the WOD came. I had watched the 5:30 class and hoped to sprint through this fairly well. 3,2,1 go, and up the rope I leapt. I hadn’t remembered long socks, so I tried to slow my decent so as to not rip my legs up. Once again, the neurons weren’t firing and I failed to accomplish this. Oh well, what’s a little rope burn, right?
Ben proceeded to the box push slightly ahead of me. The first trip across the floor was hard work, but the box moved steadily. As we looked up to the rope for round 2, JT lovingly informed us that the rep scheme applied to the box pushes as well.
Fuck.
Ok. Well, work is work. Let’s get it done. So 4 more trips across the floor. Not a huge deal; the box was still moving. Back to the rope.
By now, I was sweating, a lot (as i typically do…) The sweat had started to work its was into my rope burn, and now each trip up the rope was heavily distracted by this sensation, exacerbated by the pressure the rope would put on it each trip up and back. But it was manageable.
Round two of box pushes. Now, the real fun began. The river of sweat I had let loose had made the floor a bit slick. As I started pushing the box, my feet reached said river, slipped out from under me and left me on my face. This continued for all 4 trips across the floor, which took more than twice as long as the first 5. I watched as the rest of the class passed me and some started to lap me. Once again, I felt like I was under-performing.
I decided for round 3 or rope climbs that I would switch lead legs so as not to rub on the previously made rope burn. One trip up made it quite clear that this would not work well. I was not nearly coordinated enough to try this for the first time in such a state. So i decided in haste that my legs were not needed for this and just pulled myself up with my arms. A mild success.
On to the round of 2. Most of the class had finished at this point, I started to get this feeling of angered helplessness. Something I used to feel as a child, when I couldn’t solve life’s problems (you know, the extremely serious and complicated life-problems of an 8-year old) and would run to my mother to fix them for me. I felt tears build up behind my eye-lids.
But I’m not 8 anymore. And I was in a room filled with some of my favorite people in the world, either suffering through the same thing as me or cheering me on to keep moving.
All I wanted to do was finish. In my head, I was begging JT not to stop me. After all, he was the one who wanted me to push this thing across the floor so many times. I had already taken up enough time to be well past the end of class. But no one stopped me. The cheers and encouragement continued, so I did as well.
The rest of the workout dragged on in the same painful fashion. I found myself getting a running start into the box to try and get a little momentum before my feet slid out from under me again. The would work for a foot or two, and down I would go. Rope climbs continued to be slow and leg-less.
By the time I approached the box for my last trip across the floor, it was well past 8am. But still, my classmates and coaches were there cheering me on. I made one final push and drove the box across the line and watched it tip over, throwing the weight to the ground. I followed suit and collapsed. But I had finished.
I’m not sure why I felt the need to share all of this, but I hope it resonates with some of you. Physically, I still feel like I underperformed. But mentally I felt like I grew more than in any workout I excelled in, And in the end, that’s probably much more important. And next time there are weighted box pushes, I will be ready…
dude, your determination to finish that workout was even more epic then this post! like you said, it’s when you hit the wall and things start to really suck that you see what you’re made of, and you killed it!
I know exactly what you mean: it’s when things are going badly and you continue to fight through it that you get tougher mentally. This still surprises me when it happens to me.
With my socks up. See that, Jaime? 🙂
DL: 180#, PR! My back currently feels ok, too. My 5RM is now more than my 3RM and is closing in on my 1RM. Time to retest!
WOD: 10:29 Rx. SO MANY ROPE CLIMBS. Also, our floor is not conducive to pushing things across it. Damn.
you’re a beast doing all those rope climbs! nice job on the DL upgrade, too 🙂
DL (snatch grip) 225#. way off current max, but couldn’t keep the hook grip this a.m.
WOD: 17: something, I think :26, Rx….REAL Rx!
hahahaha. we have a hard time interpreting yosh. mine was a real Rx at the time…
125# for deadlifts (i switched my grip for the last set though so technically 115# with hook grip) and the wod.. 13 min? i was able to do rope climbs for the first time today, yay!! but only 3 of them so I had to sub out the rest. time to invest in some long socks 🙂
i should just bring long socks to every AM workout just in case… i don’t check the WOD the night before so i don’t psych myself out (or get fervent dreams) in the meantime.
Deadlifts: 165# for 5 reps. empirically: 185# 3 rep max.
WOD: 20:57 with rope pull-ups and 25# on the box. the floor is possessed! 🙂 would be nice to climb a rope with practice. i can get halfway up the rope; it’s just a matter of wriggling all the way up.
DL: 285# PR
WOD: 17:41 Rx. I will do better with the box pushes the next time this shows up in a workout.
Great job, 6pm!
DL: 175#, PR
WOD: 3rds + 1 rope climb @ 25min, Rx.
After a weekend spent drinking and not eating particularly well at a wedding plus feeling like I’m coming down with something (probably because of said partying) I had a feeling this was going to be pretty tough – yup, I was right. I thought about doing the rope scale but opted for the full climb which I felt good about (for the most part) – I underestimate how hard pushing those f’ing boxes is!
Great job 6pm! And 5pm too – super impressed watching the new folks tackle this, what an intro to CrossFit!
Alicia, you killed those rope climbs and box pushes! Way to go!
DL: 235#
WOD: 16:12, no weight on the box.
Left arm is not totally happy with me, but it’s not too bad. This workout was intense.
Deadlift – 305#
WOD – 17:35: ring pullups, box push with 45#
Good work 7pm.
Deadlift -365#
WOD…Passed 25 minute Cap 🙁 Sometimes you kick ass in the WOD and sometime the WOD kicks your ass.
deadlifts – 365#
WOD – 27:30 or something like that (clearly before the time cap was instated)
This whole workout was a huge struggle for me. I came into it with a slight chip on my shoulder, feeling like I had underperformed the day before and wanting to prove to myself that the day before was just an off day.
Getting into the deadlifts, it became clear that today was feeling like an off day as well. As I got into the 300s, the bar started feeling very heavy. It was like my neurons weren’t firing right. I knew what I needed to do, but my body wouldn’t listed. I stopped at 365# when I had done a set of 5 @ 395# a few weeks back (on a 5×5 instead of a 3×5, so with even more volume). I decided that this was fine, that I kept my back safe and technique fairly sound.
Then the WOD came. I had watched the 5:30 class and hoped to sprint through this fairly well. 3,2,1 go, and up the rope I leapt. I hadn’t remembered long socks, so I tried to slow my decent so as to not rip my legs up. Once again, the neurons weren’t firing and I failed to accomplish this. Oh well, what’s a little rope burn, right?
Ben proceeded to the box push slightly ahead of me. The first trip across the floor was hard work, but the box moved steadily. As we looked up to the rope for round 2, JT lovingly informed us that the rep scheme applied to the box pushes as well.
Fuck.
Ok. Well, work is work. Let’s get it done. So 4 more trips across the floor. Not a huge deal; the box was still moving. Back to the rope.
By now, I was sweating, a lot (as i typically do…) The sweat had started to work its was into my rope burn, and now each trip up the rope was heavily distracted by this sensation, exacerbated by the pressure the rope would put on it each trip up and back. But it was manageable.
Round two of box pushes. Now, the real fun began. The river of sweat I had let loose had made the floor a bit slick. As I started pushing the box, my feet reached said river, slipped out from under me and left me on my face. This continued for all 4 trips across the floor, which took more than twice as long as the first 5. I watched as the rest of the class passed me and some started to lap me. Once again, I felt like I was under-performing.
I decided for round 3 or rope climbs that I would switch lead legs so as not to rub on the previously made rope burn. One trip up made it quite clear that this would not work well. I was not nearly coordinated enough to try this for the first time in such a state. So i decided in haste that my legs were not needed for this and just pulled myself up with my arms. A mild success.
On to the round of 2. Most of the class had finished at this point, I started to get this feeling of angered helplessness. Something I used to feel as a child, when I couldn’t solve life’s problems (you know, the extremely serious and complicated life-problems of an 8-year old) and would run to my mother to fix them for me. I felt tears build up behind my eye-lids.
But I’m not 8 anymore. And I was in a room filled with some of my favorite people in the world, either suffering through the same thing as me or cheering me on to keep moving.
All I wanted to do was finish. In my head, I was begging JT not to stop me. After all, he was the one who wanted me to push this thing across the floor so many times. I had already taken up enough time to be well past the end of class. But no one stopped me. The cheers and encouragement continued, so I did as well.
The rest of the workout dragged on in the same painful fashion. I found myself getting a running start into the box to try and get a little momentum before my feet slid out from under me again. The would work for a foot or two, and down I would go. Rope climbs continued to be slow and leg-less.
By the time I approached the box for my last trip across the floor, it was well past 8am. But still, my classmates and coaches were there cheering me on. I made one final push and drove the box across the line and watched it tip over, throwing the weight to the ground. I followed suit and collapsed. But I had finished.
I’m not sure why I felt the need to share all of this, but I hope it resonates with some of you. Physically, I still feel like I underperformed. But mentally I felt like I grew more than in any workout I excelled in, And in the end, that’s probably much more important. And next time there are weighted box pushes, I will be ready…
you weren’t joking about this being an essay.
dude, your determination to finish that workout was even more epic then this post! like you said, it’s when you hit the wall and things start to really suck that you see what you’re made of, and you killed it!
I know exactly what you mean: it’s when things are going badly and you continue to fight through it that you get tougher mentally. This still surprises me when it happens to me.
“why do we learn to fall, master wayne? So we can learn to pick ourselves back up”
aaaand because I’m an anime geek:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iem4MfRNOWY&feature=player_embedded
I love Dragonball-Z