Yard Sailing, Skating, Running, Hammering, and of course… Burpees!
Hell of a weekend! My lady friend Samantha and I had a yard sale. Chase helped too. Barb and Luanne were the only ones who came Friday so they were the only ones who got to enjoy Fun Friday. It was a wicked confusing good time. They could add reps to their own score and subtract reps from the others or both by performing different tasks. It was an awkward race to 100 but Barb came out on top.
Lining it up
The Horse Whisperer
One legged Clean and Jerk - More fun than a one armed snatch, not quite as fun as a 2 armed turkish getup
Having a little fun during the yard sale. "Little" referring to the size of the skates
The weekend ended for me with a nice little run. 13 miles to be exact. I took on the Oak Tree Half Marathon up in Geneseo. I’m not a fan of running, never have been so, I did no running in preparation, only Crossfit. In fact I did 5×5 Deadlifts the day before. The farthest I’ve run in the last three months is 400 meters. I headed into the race confident and feeling strong. So strong in fact, that Bethany and I decided to do 10 Burpees at every mile. I mean come on… running is so boring. How did I do?
I managed to finish in 2 hours 20 minutes. Not a record, but the lack of specialized training and the addition of 130 burpees made it satisfying. Crossfit is supposed to prepare you for the unknown and unknowable. Even though I knew what I was getting into, I purposefully neglected running to prove a couple points. Number one, there aren’t enough people doing burpees in the world. Number 2, Crossfit won’t make you the best at any given athletic domain, but it damn sure will give you an impresive capacity in all of them. And number 3, get out of your comfort zone. Sign up for something. Ask your friends what their hobbies are and give them a try. You may not like it, but it’ll give some perspective and an experience. I managed to coherse 2 marathoners to do a burpee with me at a rest station. They weren’t pretty, but neither was my running! I tip my hat to the runners, they are masters of their domain. Their long, boring, joint ponding domain! Me? I’ll stick with my barbells and my 400 meters.
Pre-start optimistism
At the finish line, Burpee number 130. Nice form with those legs made of rubber!
