Tough Times

Last week was tough.  Inside and outside the gym. Crossfit has become the physical representation of my life.

As the strength training numbers get heavier, I feel the strain. The WODs have begun to especially difficult. It's a gut check daily.

My life mirrors the weight. I am starting to labor. The stress, pain & worry is starting to take it's toll. It is a symbiotic relationship. What I do outside the gym fuels how I perform inside and vice-versa. Normally, it is a good balance....Normally.

I am at my happiest and my most vulnerable at RFM.

The very nature of Crossfit is intense. With every class I push myself often to the brink of tears from frustration & fatigue.  I fight back the tears because they are a waste of energy and make me look weak. I just cry AFTER by myself . I  hate that I do that, I let it all get to me.  I wish my heart & my muscles worked in sync.

I am not a natural born athlete. (As illustrated in previous posts) I know that there will always be someone stronger, faster & smarter than me. However, that doesn't stop me, I won't let it.  I just have to work harder, be smarter.

That being said, as hard as I'm working 98% of the time I'm one of the last people to complete a WOD. Yes, I am thankful I finished. However, it's starting to mess with me mentally. Killing my spirit just a little bit every time.

Then there's those "naturally gifted" people. Shit. I mean, you show them one time and give them a few tries...they get it. I'm still having a rough time with cleans, double unders, pull ups....AFTER 4 WEEKS! I do believe in doing it correctly. So repetition, repetition, repetition....very small improvements.

Because I am very competitive. I make my life hard. I want to be first, the best I can be. There is no other way around it. Whoever said winning isn't everything, never won anything. Winning is fun, being the best is fun...plain & simple.

I sound like a sore loser right now.  Which isn't my style.

As I write this blog I am reminded that....

Sometimes in my struggle I forget that what doesn't kill me will make me stronger. I need to cherish the little victories because...THEY ARE VICTORIES!

Every single pound heavier I do, that extra rep, second faster were earned. It was not given. Losers can't say that, because they don't have what I have...DESIRE.

I was born a fighter. I cry because I give a damn.

Kathy

 

Butt Envy

 

Exhibit A: BACK-LEG* 
*not my assets/stunt booty.  



When you are short like me, your Point of View is limited. I've seen thousands of Derrieres in my lifetime. I'd like to think I know what I'm talking about. 

I have a problem, it's called Butt Envy.  

Yes, Butt Envy. You see, I suffer from Back-Leg. I need tattooed lines on my lower back and upper thigh to mark where my rump shaker is SUPPOSE TO begin & end.

I lack the ba-donka-donk gene. I wish I had some sort of shape to them.

 

I have thought long and hard about this. I have a few theories just in case I happen to find someone in my gene pool who has some boot-tay.

• Doc got overzealous & smacked me too hard when I was born. 
• I fell too many times.
• I got spanked often growing up. 

 (let me again clarify, I wasn't a bad kid. just a stupid one. I got caught alot.)

   

I am tormented every time I hear, Baby Got Back. Sir Mix-A-Lot mocks me. The Thong song pisses me off.  I feel inadequate when I walk past peaches & apples in the produce section. I hate J-Lo, Apple Bottom jeans, booty shorts, ass-less chaps...(Sorry, I just watched Magic Mike). 



There are other means of getting the butter beans.  I could go the Silicone implant route. But then what happens when I'm an old lady? I'll probably shrink to the point where by cheeks will be dragging on the ground.

I can hear the children sing:

Does your butt hang low?

Does it wobble to and fro? 

Can you  tie it in a knot or tie it a bow?

Can you throw it over your shoulder like a Continental Soldier?

Does your butt hang low?

Ewww!  No thank you, I pass.

 

What it must be like to
have a nut cracker ass.

Being that I'm incredibly busy with work I've been watching the Crossfit Games on YouTube.  What super human athletes! Lord have mercy, the volume of eye candy! 

Heck, I am the Captain for team Hetero but I totally get why guys dig Crossfit chicks. Annie Thordottir could probably crack open a few walnuts with those glutes! Yeah you know what I'm talkin' 'bout!

Uh wait, give me a minute, feel a little dirty.  I need to watch a little Rich Froning.  Be right back....

Ah, much better....Now where was I? Oh yeah, Biscuit Building....



Strangely inspired, I'm adding another entry to the ever expanding RFM Goal List.  Plus, I'm tired of people mistakenly smacking  or pinching my back!

___  Be able to do unmodified pull-ups (Like Shauna)

___  Power Clean properly. (Not looking @ Bumper every time, I do it.)

___  Do more than 1 Double Under

___  Create some junk in my trunk



With every squat, box jump, run, I will be focused! I will look like I'm going to stroke out but don't bother me I have a TON of work to do!

If I look dazed & confused I'm just in my happy place where.....

Kanye West's "Gold Digger" video is playing...

The faint sound of BBD chorus, "Smack up, flip it, rub it down oh noooo" as background music.....

Visions of me not having to pull up my jeans.

Hearing my friends say, "Girl, your butt looks good in them jeans."

Get my drift? I understand it takes work. Anything worth having does. I'm not lazy, that's why I'm at RFM. 

Crossfit definitely will help my quest to turn my gluteus minimus turn into a gluteus maximus.

It's monday, let's bring on the pain! I've got to build up my assets!

With that boys & girls, I leave you with this parting shot.  ENJOY!

Even the President likes the booty.

Blog ya later,

Kathy

 



Channel your Inner Marcus.

Kathy Bader

12 hours ago via mobile

Shoot, trying to channel your inner Marcus makes a gal tired. Come to think of it, I yelled like Carol, ran like Lori, did my burpees like Rod, jump roped like me....in the end I lay on the floor gasping for air. I did find my inner Marcus after all!! :) — with Kim Yonamine at Raw Fitness Maui.

That was my actual FB post from the other night.

This Marcus...and yes, I
really am THAT short.

For those of you who don't go to my box Marcus, is whom I like to refer to as one of the 'Demi-Gods' of RFM. (Yes, one of MANY.)  THE DUDE RIPS SHIT UP!  When you see him do work, you too may ask yourself if he is a mere moral.  His numbers on the board are staggering.  All I know is, when I grow up I want to be just like him!

The other day before our back squats Carol & I jokingly said we needed to channel our "Inner Marcus".  We decided that this phrase should be included in our RFM vernacular. Bumper rolled his eyes at us. He asks, "Which one? The inner or outer?"  I'm thinking? Like it matters, HAVE YOU NOT SEEN HIM WITH HIS SHIRT OFF?!



Kats & Marcus



We laughed loud enough that Marcus thought we were making fun of him.  Upon explanation he tells us that he would be easy to find, "jus' drink shots of Tequila!"  Man, if that is all it took then I wonder if I subbed in Crown Royal...I could find: Kats?!  Hmm...

Work out for 7/18/12:

A. Back squat 3x5 (+5#)

B.  4 rounds:
In 2:00 complete:
10-20-30 yard shuttle run (must reach down and touch ground at each mark)
5 burpees
AMRAP double-unders

Rest 1:00 between rounds

Score is total double-unders completed. If you have to sub single unders then divide your total jumps by 3.   

I was not looking forward to this WOD. I needed to find the "Inner Marcus" QUICK if I was to complete this task. 

As illustrated in past posts, I am not the most coordinated person. Shuttle runs make me nervous. I mean really, do I want to destroy the money maker (face)...high fiving the asphalt?

At the starting line of the 3rd round Carol gave her Beastly yell. It seems to work for her so I joined in.  I gave it my most rabid Chipmunk yell I could muster(rawr)! Okay, okay maybe it's not as frightening as Carol's but I could get a few dogs howling....

Being all Chipmunk psyched up now, I hauled ass down the pavement...making like I'm Lori.  If you every saw Lori she's a great person to emmulate. She's a compact lean, mean WOD killing machine! The girl has got wheels! Purse snatchers beware she will run you down & beat to you with those guns of hers.

Burpees, oh how I love thee...NOT

When I got to the gym I asked Rod if he had any pointers. His suggestion, Do your burpees right at the start line (out in the parking lot) not in the gym. It could shave off 10 seconds. While this is a EWWW inducing thought.  Although, I did wear my black capri's & grey tank specifically for the burpees. Hmm...Stuck that nugget in the 'ol mental Rolodex...

I have you know, I did just as instructed. After all, a gal needs all the help she can get. Who cares if I had dirt, gravel, pieces of gum wrapper & what might've been a dried cockroach part stuck to my sweaty chest. I had a 1/2 gallon of anti-bacterial soap at home just for times like this! AND yes, it did help. HA!  I bet you wished you did it too now...

Oh God, then there's the jumping rope part...I would've loved to do it like someone other than myself. However, there are limits to the whole "mind over matter" thing.  I can't even walk without tripping so add a rope into the equation = Wrong on so many levels!

Double unders are out of the question when your vertical jump is 2 inches. Singles it is! I had 2 major problems.  #1: I kept either whipping my shins.  #2: I kept hitting myself in the back of the head. It was a train wreck! Proving that:

Like drinking & driving, Kathy & jump ropes don't mix.

I hear someone yell, Time. SWEET BABY JESUS, HALLELUJAH IT'S OVER! I collapsed on the floor gasping for air like Kats, dripping in sweat, barely alive. 

Bumper was already asking for our numbers. Damn, I need to do math at this moment? C'mon now he knows I can't even count past 5!

This is me counting reps: uuhh... 1, 2, 3, 3, 3, 4, 4, 5...Shoot! 1, 1, 1, wait! 3, 4, 3, 5... You get the picture.

Thanks to the wonder of technolgy and my friend, Mr. Calculator on the wall! My AMRAP score was 40.66666. Bumper was nice enough to round up. Result: 41! Granted, it's not much. It probably is the LOWEST score of the gym....for now.

Yes, I did find my "Inner Marcus" with A LOT of help from my other "inner people".  What did I learn from this?  Finding him is simple: Ask for help, do what they suggest, then make like a chipmunk who just had a mocha frap...until time is up.



Post-It Notes help me keep the
Marcus quest alive.



Blog ya later,

Kathy

My strange journey to CrossFit - pt. 3: BOOT CAMP

What Is a Fitness Boot Camp?

It is a exercise class invented by a demon. You'll spend 45 mins doing some form of cardio (running, interval training, or obstacle course challenges), along with strength elements (using kettle bells, resistance bands, TRX using your own body weight). You'll also work on flexibility in which incorporates elements of yoga or Pilates. You are expected to show up, shut up, pay attention, & give 100%.  It’s disciplined in nature, it’s intense.

In my fantasy world, this is what

I look like doing a Boot Camp.  

In reality, I am neither tall, slim or agile. 

(I do have a cameo, blink and I'm gone).  

I started reading posts from my friends Michele & Jodi on Facebook about this class they were taking at Maui Sports & Conditioning w/Michael Labuanan. 

Michele & Jodi-The reason I

started BC. I miss them.

I thought, great! He can tell me what to do.

All those years of organized sports I was created into a lamb. I could not think for myself fitness wise.

Bah, How much do we run coach?

Bah...For how long?

Bah...How high do I jump?

Bah...When is our water break?

My poor minuscule Lamb brain didn't have a clue what was in store for me going into my 1st class.

That day ranks as one of the longest 45 minutes of my life!

Somebody call 9-1-1: I need a whaam-bulance!

I had to stop & stretch numerous times during the warm-up! We didn't even start the real workout...LOSER! I struggled through every set. I swear to God I thought I was going to die. I remember thinking, Man, I hope someone here knows CPR cause I'm going to have a heart attack.

 

Miraclously, I made it through. I stumbled out of the gym dazed & defeated, I WAS HOOKED! In my defeat, I found a missing piece of me: My inner athlete.  There was no way I was going to go out like a pussy. I'm going to work hard & make this Boot Camp my Bitch!

I'm a sick puppy or Lamby in this case.  I found great satisfaction enduring the torture. Trainer Mike has the innate ability to both motivate & irritate. Reminded me of my older brother. (Only problem I couldn't punch him, give him a wedgy or call him a girl).

My lack of coordination prevented me from publicly doing Zumba yet, I decided to try this?  If cameras were filming while I worked out you'd have viral video gold! I would often trip or fall doing a set. 

My most epic fall was when Augie T was filming something for his show & I tripped doing sprints TWICE.  1st time: tripped & I did a sweet ninja roll out, popped up & kept running. The 2nd time: I tripped again but you can hear me yelling as I'm doing the roll out, "Son of a bitch, not again!" All the while he was filming. I thought for sure I'd be on Tosh.O After that, it was suggested that I stand in the middle of the gym away from any large objects.....

Eventually, I my schedule necessitated I attend the 5:15a class. That's right AM. AHHH! I SO am NOT a morning person. In fact, when people tell me Good Morning I want scream back,  WHAT'S SO GOOD ABOUT IT?!  Pretty soon I needed more of a challenge I decided to go twice a day 3x a week. Why? Because I suffer from:

ALL BALLS-NO BRAINS

I was driven. There were days in which I could barely get out of bed. I often walked like I had a stick up my ass. Getting up from my chair was an ordeal. If you look in the freezer at work you will find 2 ice packs perfectly molded to my knees. I wore my pain like a badge of honor. This is where a normal person would dial it back...Not me, I am your typical Alpha Female. Go Hard or Go Home! I was grinding myself down, constantly being in pain sucks. 

This cycle went on for 6 months. I plateaued. I didn't get stronger. I was getting bored, my friends stopped coming or they got hurt enough so they couldn't come. I stopped looking forward to class because I knew very few people. (just like in High School I wasn't a cool kid. lol) Don't get me wrong, I'm all business when the class starts but it's nice to have friends to share the misery.

I wasn't happy. I wrestled with the idea of leaving for over a month. I felt loyalty to Mike. He got me this far after all. Fact of the matter, boot camp had run it's course. Then there was Kats, nagging! I thought I could hold out for the last 2 weeks to finish out my contract because I am a tight wad but once I stepped foot into RFM I never looked back....I WAS HOME.

Blog ya later,

Kathy

P.S.

Mike,

Thank you for helping me find what was lost, my Desire. Learning that victory comes from within.     

   

      









Ode to Carol

Excuse me while I deviate from the series.  This is more important.
One of the extraordinary things about RFM is it's members. CrossFit can break you however there is always someone there to help pick you up. My person is Carol.

My first day in regular class she was nice enough to let me work with her on my squats. She was patient, encouraging & helpful. She kept me from getting down on myself, helping me push harder. I liked her instantly, but it was that evening when I stumbled upon her blog. I loved her raw honesty. I respected her all the more because of it.

I remember her saying that she at times lacks the motivation to come to class. I know exactly how she feels. She was on vacation & took a week off. So when I saw her getting out of her car I literally yelled at the Kevin on the phone, "Holy crap, Carol's here. YAY! I gotta go!" Hung up, ran across the street to say hi. Now, every single time I see her I yell her name out.  I get so psyched...Yes, I have a hetero-girl crush on her. Not that there's anything wrong with that. I'll leave the butt smacking to Lori just in case.....

Behind that smile is a fierce athlete with a beastly yell. That would make children cry & small animals run for the hills. It is that kind of drive that pushes someone like me to be better.

Yesterday, I knew she wanted to walk but I didn't want her to. I fought for every step just to catch up. I figured that if WE ran together we'd be stronger than apart. Plus, sharing your misery with someone else makes it easier.

She may say I inspire her but it is the other way around.

Carol, just so you know, every single time we are in class I will push you past uncomfortable because I know when I do: WE are capable of doing amazing things.
Until the next time....

Blog ya later,

Kathy

My strange journey to CrossFit- Pt. 2: I'm doing Zumba, not having a seizure

I'm still embarrassed to admit, I did Zumba.  My co-worker attended  classes near our store and her results were amazing. I was intrigued but it was Zumba.  HELLERRR? That was a workout for my Mom, not me! I'm a soccer-chick, I'm hardcore. This is way too girly.  

Maybe it was the image of my co-worker's ever slimming waistline or my insomnia, after watching this commercial at 2 in the morning often eventually the most harden will crack:

The hot Latin Dude has some skills or was it his body that made me want to...open.... my...wallet? After reading my last post you know I'm a tightwad. After my futile craiglist search, I ended up finding a the "Zumba Fitness: Total Body Transformation" on Amazon.  It was 70 bucks! WTH?! SHUT THE FRONT DOOR!!  I'm getting jacked! 

CUE THE INFOMERCIAL VOICE IN MY HEAD:

But wait there's more! This set includes: a step by step DVD, diet & exercise plan & Toning sticks (fancy name for a rattle). Plus, my purchase qualified for FREE SUPER SAVER SHIPPING! That's over a $60 value!!  Act now, only a few left! What was I waiting for? This is a deal!

This was my dirty little fitness secret. Simply put, Zumba is like mini-brow lift of fitness. You know people do it but will NEVER admit to having the procedure done. Plus, I am a klutz with no rhythm. If you seen me on the dance floor I look like Elaine from Seinfeld. Watch the video below, it'll give you a pretty good idea.  

I hid it for about a 2 weeks but the kids saw the DVD set lying around.  Like a fool, I got talked into doing it with them. They just about pissed themselves laughing. My oldest, dashed for her cell & conference called my entire family! PUNK.  She told them and I quote, "She looks like she's having a seizure, Grandma." Then I yelled over her, "It's Zumba, and no I'm not having a seizure."

To be fair to the kids, had someone peeked into my window while in action they'd never classify that as dancing. They'd think I was deaf...because what was happening on the screen didn't look like anything I was doing. Shakira was right, the hips don't lie.  

Now, you may be asking yourself. Why didn't she try a class with her co-worker?  For the reasons above and for the fact that would've hurt someone. I have taken out 3 lines of people dancing the Electric Slide as a teen. Given the choice of dying of embarrassment. People pissing on the floor and or sending said people to the hospital I think I'll pass on the organized classes....

Thanks to The Maui News aka My daughters now everyone knew about my Zumbalious moves. No denying it now. For some of my rhythmically challenged friends I had become their Messiah. If Elaine Benes can do it so can I! 

                                   Yeah, I felt stupid but it was fun. I liked the music, the moves became easier. Each regular workout was about 45 minutes. If you were in a hurry you could do the "Blaster" workout which is 20 mins.  Every other day I did an additional Ab workout (which to this day is my fave) add another 20 mins.  For a total of 1:05 mins.  I did lose a bunch of weight, inches from all the cardio. The thighs were definitely thinner, I was leaner than I've ever been in my adult life. But I was not strong.

There were a few downsides to doing this at home. You need a lot of space. I lived in a cottage and had to move furniture each time I wanted to do it. (That gets old, quick.)  Since I tripled my workout time, fitting it in was difficult. Staying focused when the kids are home was also a problem. The emphasis on properly stretching in the beginning. Doing a warm down. Like anything else, you will get bored. (This is where going to some classes would've kept things fresh).  The additional videos can get expensive after a while too.  And with all repetitive workouts your body will adjust & you will plateau.

I do believe it's a fun introduction to fitness. Anything that makes you move & have fun is worth a try. I did this longer than any of the Jillian DVDs. (No one really likes hearing their Mom yell at them as an adult). I needed more of a challenge, no more fluff. 

To be continued....

Part 3: Boot Camp

My strange journey to CrossFit -Pt. 1: My Mom or Jillian Michaels made me do it.

In the past, shopping at Wal-Mart qualified as exercise in my book. In my defense I am short. My strides are like, 2 feet wide. That perpetually full parking lot. Having to park out yonder then walking around the Zoo that is Wal-Mart. You get my drift, it was an epic marathon.

About 2 years ago, my journey began out of vanity & a TV Show re-run that got me off the couch.  I had been invited to a Halloween Costume Party. I don't know about guys but for Women costumes are limited when you have the body shape of a Andagi (Okinawan doughnut) brown, short & round. I could dress like a hobo but then I would be accused of not dressing up at all for the party. Thankfully, I found a cute Sailor costume. 

Anyway, as I sat on my couch mauling my Mexican Pizza it occurred to me that I couldn't duct tape my entire body for the whole night and that's when I heard the "Angelic" voice of Jillian Michaels blaring on the television set:

"Shut up! I don't care if you're tired. Don't be lazy. It's because you're lazy you are here!" 

Shocking yes, but not for the reason you may think. She sounded like my Mother!  Growing up, I always heard that woman scolding me...But, I wasn't a bad kid, just a stupid one.  I got caught A LOT. It was so weird!

Whatever....That statement got my attention. Mom was right.  Oops!  I mean, Jillian was right.  I was going to start tomorrow. 'Cause I still had to decimate my remaining Taco Bell combo...There is no use letting it go to waste, there are starving children in Africa after all (my Mom's favorite line)......

If I close my eyes she
sounds like my Mom
yelling at me.



DVD purchase#1: Yoga Meltdown. 

$9 at Wal-Mart. (Hello, I had to get my cardio in.)  My reasoning for this purchase?  It was affordable, she's bitchy, sounds like my Mom, she wins TBL every year & I am kinda flexible. I soon learned, Bendy Kathy I am not! 

Example: I tried doing a warrior 3 position and I face planted into the floor. Had I not been so tired I would've laughed.  I was realistic, if I lose a couple inches I'd be stoked.  What I didn't realize it would be all in my thighs. WTH?! Game Plan change time.  Being a underachiever my goal ended up being able to hold a pose correctly for the entire time length. Aim Low, find success! Woo Hoo, WINNING!   

After a month, I got bored easily with this workout. I needed action.  For me, meditation = sleeping.  Can't say that I was any more peaceful doing that vs drinking a few vodka-cran-midori cocktails. On top of that, I was tired of explaining why I had rug burns on my forehead. I have no idea why people kept saying, "Uh huh, yoga rrrriiiigghhghtttt."  Do they really think I'm that freaky? Um don't answer that.  Moving on....

DVD #2: 30 Day Shred



Mom's still yelling at me
but this time my face is
intact.

 I still thought Mom...shoot! I mean, Jillian deserved another chance.  This one was a much better fit for me. More movement in general. Plus, got to purchase my 1st ever set of 5Lb dumbbells! (BTW make a very good door stop.) for this DVD.  I huffed & puffed my way through the 1st phase. It was tough, my first introduction to high impact workouts.  It was 20 mins, so committing the time to this was easy.

I started to see some results not only in my thighs this time. The flabballah (pronounced: flab-bah-lah) it's the name I've given my flabby mid-section got a little bit streamlined.  Not so much Andagi anymore. 

I was motivated, by my results.  Finally, single digits size! I did it 3 days a week, then 5 days. Before I knew it I was onto phase 2, then 3....that's when it started getting boring.  I tried to mix it up, 3x a week Shred, 3x Yoga.  I think this carried on for about 4 months.  Bleh, I was losing interest fast.  That DVD interlude lasted longer than Kim Kardasian's marriage so, I suppose it was worth another 9 bucks.  



To be continued.... 

Part 2: I'm doing Zumba, not having a seizure.





Go Monday yourself!

I consider the word Monday a swear word. For obvious reasons. I am your everyday Monday thru Friday office worker (I apologize for swearing) so I have a deep hatred of this day....

As fate would have it my day didn't start as nicely as I would've liked it.  If only, the world would run according to my plan.  Darn, I knew I should have opted for that "Sinister Mastermind 101" course offered in college. (Cue the sinister laugh) Muwahahaha!
....Somebody was watched too may Austin Powers movies. 

7/2/12 WOD:

"Crossfit Total"

Back squat 1RM  115#
Press 1RM           55#
Deadlift 1RM      163#

After warming up, you will have 3 attempts, and only 3 attempts, at each lift to establish your 1RM. Score is the sum of your best lifts.

And this is suppose to be an easy day? What the Monday?!

By the numbers it is clear that I have zero upper body strength. Good thing I keep my "Little Woman Syndrome" in check and not fight because the only thing I would hurt throwing a punch is, myself.

Luckily for me I got to work with my RFM idol Lori Kikuchi (Kat's Boss/Wife).  She is strong, like a solid lean mean 4'10" butt kicking machine. Truth be told, I am a bit afraid of her. She has some serious guns!  I'll stop, I can go on forever about her....

I'll jump right into it, I HAVE THE STRENGTH OF A 6 YEAR OLD! We used a 33# bar so I had those mini weights on.  It looked ridiculous. Like it was a clown prop...At least with those big 10# rubber ones it would look well, normal. I know, I know, it's not what you look like that matters. It's what you are doing that counts.  Seriously, 55 pounds?! Go Monday myself!!!  I am so torqued by my lack of strength I vowed last night that will be the absolute last time you will ever see that number attached to my name.

Back squats still feel foreign to me. I am thinking way too much about the technique. I keep on going all the way down & stopping. Which if you actually know what you are doing is self defeating.  I struggled to get 93# up from that position.  Thank God for all the helpful advice from Lori, Kats & Kim. On my final try I did 115#.  Personal best since I haven't done it before.  YAY ME, WINNING!! I'm gonna take that number-I couldn't do anymore.

Now Dead lifts, yeah baby! I love those.  Last week I did like 65# during our "Helen" WOD.  I noted that it was easy & I should do a heavier weight like, 75#.  Lori suggested I start at 88#...Not sure & being that she's my idol I agreed...WAY TOO EASY. What an ego boost (yeah doesn't take much).  She added more weight I think 173...Which was funny cause I looked like I was constipated just trying to jerk the bar up. If I tried again, 1 of 4 things would happen: 

1) Hurt myself.
2) Take a crap.
3) After doing #2 I'd be banned for life from RFM.
4) Have to pay for lifelong therapy for everyone in the gym.

Thankfully for all, the above never happened & Lori decided to try a lighter weight 163# Took everything I had...but I got it up! Clean shorts and all. The winning continues!

To make a short story long, Hooray for my soccer legs...at least if I tap (I mean punch) someone I can kick their shins & run like hell while yelling, "shove it up your Monday!"

This morning my body was angry at me. Getting out of bed was difficult. So much that I had the overwhelming need to FB my pain & need for Advil from my bed. Because nothing makes a boo-boo feel better than a "LIKE".  Thank God for Tuesdays 'cause Mondays can stick it where the sun don't shine. 

Blog ya later,

Kathy