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