It was late December and recently going through a break up, Rachel forced me to visit her down in San Diego. Crushed by the incident back home, I needed to do something that would bring me back to life and get my mind clear.
After a couple of days at her house, she asked, "Do you want to go to the Saturday morning workout at CrossFit San Diego with me?" Not really knowing what all this CrossFit, warehouse style gym, ya dee ya dee ya I've been hearing about for the last couple months; I accept.
Walking into the cold, blue, warehouse gym I see more than 30 people just standing around chatting with each other. Most of them fit, some not, but just waiting like sheep. Looking back now I'm sure Rachel was laughing at me knowing that I was about to get my ass kicked. After signing my life away, I hear this loud commanding voice get everyone's attention. He starts explaining the workout and how we get paired in teams of two while describing these weird named exercises. Trying to translate what the instructor said, I decided to go for it. The only thing I remember is hearing... "Fight Gone Bad". It still echo's through my head over and over to this day.
Chaos, confusion, anger, frustration and a stupid piece of paper was all I got out of that cold January morning. 3..2..1..GO! And off I went to the first station. Rach is next to me trying to explain the movements as I Race to each station, my partner is telling me to move faster for a higher score and I keep hearing this loud voice scream, "ROTATE!" every 60 seconds.
Three rounds later it finally ended. As I laid on the floor passed out trying to collect my thoughts, I was so upset that I just got schooled with 55#'s on the bar, and my partner (who was a woman) totally kicked my ass and nearly doubled my score. I hobbled out of CrossFit San Diego furiously yelling at Rach for nearly killing me, and how she can explain to Mom that her son died from a 55# barbell.
About a week later, I got the courage to stroll into CFSD and see how the classes worked. There, I met some great people who welcomed me in so I can understand what they were doing. Our good friend Raj was working on heavy back squats and Aush was by the pull up bar. Seeing these awkward pull ups, I asked Aush what they were all about. Explaining the kip to me, I hopped on the bar to give it a whirl. First try, nothing. Second try, close. Three times a charm, I was full on kipping.
That's what got me hooked on CrossFit. The Coaching and instruction that came from a complete stranger to make me better. It was only a matter of time before I was able to understand what every movement was, so I could help someone else who was curious like me. Now, I am the proud owner of CrossFit 949 with my Sis and want to thank her for giving me the chance to enter this wonderful program.
What's your story?
I didn't post yesterday due to the need of rest. So. here's today's post!
LOG:
Sleep: 12 1/2 hours last night. I passed the fuck out and needed the rest.
Food:
Breakfast: 1/2 Ruben Sandwich.. I had to race out this morning but it was delicious. With some secret sauce (which we all know is just Thousand Isle Dressing with onions).
Lunch: Turkey Wrap w/ lettuce, tomato, mayo, wheat tortilla, and 3oz of Turkey
Dinner: Salad 2 cups w/ mixed veggies and oil/vinegar. topped with strips of pork chops.
No sweets tonight!
Liquids: had 16 oz of water and 2 cup of coffee with heavy cream.
Exercise:
5x5 Shoulder Press:
135, 135, 140, 145, 150x
3x5 Push Press:
155, 165, 175, 185, 200
1x5 Push Jerk:
185, 205, 205, 235 (PR), 240 (PR)
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