Growing up whenever my friends & I did something out of the ordinary (or ridiculous) to mark the occasion we used to yell, "We're making memories here, people!"
These are my newest since my last post....
I can lift 30 heavier overhead since the very beginning.
I did 7 pull-ups with the red band. Collecting (toddler version) PRs BABY!!
I PR'd my dips. A total of 8 with a thin black band. (remember I have the strength of a 6 year old)
Whipped in the face by a black band, mentioned above. I did not flinch or cry, stunned...maybe. Then I was gifted with an unusual looking black eye Stripe.
By Bumper's estimation I have done the World's Slowest Bailout in History. Hey, where's my certificate?
I can both sing and run without hurting myself. Not sure if the little calf I pass on my route likes my awesome Mariah Carey version cause every time I pass he moos loudly. I think I may sound a little like this guy below:
I re-learned physics the old fashioned way, by eating pavement! I forgot what would happen when you pivoting on a dime then trying to sprinting as a 45lb weighted sled whips behind you at an estimated velocity of 225 mph. I looked like a jackass, yet SO NORMAL...
I can sprint faster than some boys.
Rogue Fitness
SR-1S - Short Handle Bearing Speed Rope
I can do double-unders.(with the subsequent swearing and all!)
I have an obsession with finding cable jump ropes. (if you want you can buy me a present for Labor Day knock yourself out.)
mobiltyWOD has become one of the only things I read. I worship Dr. Kelly Starette. The dude knows his stuff & is hella funny. http://www.mobilitywod.com/
My rolling pin has been re-purposed as a leg massager. It's not like I ever used it for baking....Now, that would be just weird.
I can do a Ab mat & bumper plate handstand push up without smashing my face in! But who cares if I do, that's what plastic surgeons are for...As long as I don't have Michael Jackson's nose I'm golden. I did a mass load of sit-up without getting the dreaded ass-rash.
Speaking of butts, I'm starting to get one! At least that's what my oldest daughter has said. HA...Up yours Sir Mix-A-Lot!
Mr. & Mrs. Cho
How you like the socks?
I succumbed to the over the calf socks.Shauna was right, they are good. I have 2 pairs of tie dyed ones. Every time I wear them I feel as if I'm going to a Grateful Dead Tribute Concert...
I got to meet two of the coolest parents around, Mr & Mrs. Cho. They came by RFM for a visit. If you're wondering they're the parents of Chyna Cho, Elite CrossFitter, and great friend of RFM. Did I mention I am a fan of hers??
I can kip. It just happened, don't ask me how. The kipping fairy must have visited.
Doing back squatsbarefootedlike Fred Flintstone is so much better.
Carol can make my fatigued plank pose rigid. Simply whispering softly in my ear when my eyes are closed...
I belong to a hardcore team named "Straight Gangstas". Dominic, Myself, Kats & Carol...Yeah, nothing says THUG like 2 short Asians, a Average height Hapa dude & a tall white chick....I'll make sure to pour out a little of my water on the wall today in honor of my Homies....
I have cut my alcohol consumption to almost zero. My liver just LOVES CrossFit.
I will actually workout on a vacation this weekend...Box Hopping in Kona.
RFM GUN SHOW
If you knew me 3 months ago you'd believe that the Apocalypse is coming...Cause my life sure has changed, for the better!
It is an incredible fifty-two mile journey along 617 curves and over 56 bridges through the most breathtaking scenery in all of Maui. The 52 mile course begins in the Kahului Airport area and will proceed along the Hana Highway to the finish line at the Hana Ball Park.
(125 team limit) Each team should consist of 6 members. Each member MUST run 3 legs of the course (Approximately 2-3 miles a leg).
Why am I making this a big deal? By nature I am a sprinter. Specifically a 100m kind. How do I know this? I was stupid enough to run Track during my Sophomore year in high school.
Sprinting the 200m or 400m was outright torture. I've been helped back to the stands a few times, fainted & visited Barf City more than I'd care to admit...Can't say I have fond memories of that season. Ever since whenever I hear the pop of a starting gun or see a pair of track shoes I get nausous. I bet I suffer from a mild case of PTSD from it.
I know what you're thinking. Didn't you play soccer? Don't you run a lot? Yes & no. Zero long distances. The game is made up of short sprints & recovery time. If you know the game well enough, you can cut the angles & anticipate the play. This can lessen your overall amount of running. Or be like me, play defense for a good team and cruise.
While talking on the phone last week I told Kevin that I was going to do the relay he laughed. Sucker laughed so hard that I became a bit offended. Irritated, I asked him why he found this so amusing. What I didn't expect was his answer,
"I'm not surprised you said yes. You do succumb to peer pressure easily."
I was thinking, WHAT THE HELL, MAN?! I had to admit he was right, I do. I've mentioned this before but I really am: ALL BALLS, NO BRAINS
Come to think of it, many a black eye, sprain, bruise, odd picture, hangover and epic story are the result of this affliction. I'm a Tomboy so I am susceptible to the Jock-Type of Peer Pressure.
Chanting my name is the most effective. Especially, if you use my iconic name, MASTER. I am rendered powerless against it.
Why Master? Well, my last name used to be Bader (pronounced: Bay-durr)
.....let it sink in for a moment.ISN'T THAT AWESOME?!
It's cool, you can laugh. Get it out of your system now. The rule is: You can call me either name NEVER both together.
I haveLittle Woman Syndrome. Call me out, imply I'm being a panty. That works almost as well as chanting. The dumb jock DNA takes over.
Finally, go Black Ops on me saying sweetly, "C'mon it will be so much fun."
The last example was the one that got me to join. Fun, you say? I love fun! It really only took like two times asking for me to get on board. How can you fight that when Cami & Shauna ask? They are VERY convincing.
They sweetened the deal with Fuchsia colored racer backs, funky knee high socks and an optional tutu. I am giddy with delight...I get to be 3 years old & dress myself all over again!. Yippee!
Game plan:RUN MORE, TRAIN HARDER. Last week, my friend Fernando and I ran from his house to the bathrooms at Iao Valley for the first time. Nah, we 'ran-ish' it (run/walked) parts of the first leg. The second leg, we ran almost the whole way back. It ended up to be around 4 miles. Thanks to Crossfit I have accomplished something I never thought was possible.
The next day (Friday) I ran with Cami & Shauna. Cami's pace is FAST. Shauna is a running machine. Woman was sick, ran 2 miles from her house AND ran to Iao! She is a role model of mind over body. If she can push, I know I can.
I totally have bought into the Do More, Suck Less mindset. When I have the chance, I now run to & from the gym...Yeah, yeah so it's close. Don't bust my bubble....
I'm also doing some "extra credit" after our WOD & I have been pushing myself even harder than before. Even if my body aches more I am happier than I've ever been.
Not sure what my next goal will be after the relay race. I'm not gonna think about it. That is a waste of energy....I need to save that for my WODs and dodging the cars.
A few days ago it was sweltering. The humidity combined with the heat made the box feel as if you were working out in the Devil's armpit. I unfortunately sweat A LOT to the point where I seem as if I'm suffering from a gland problem. Days like that pushes it over the edge....God, I was melting, literally.
You know it's bad when you can hear from the parking lot Ken yell out, "AHHH It's so hot, I can't breathe!" If our quiet Man of Steel is knocked to his feet, what the hell is going to happen to me?
Before this post becomes consumed with my distain for heat. Time to change the subject. Let's start with my unexpected highlights of the day....
Carol was back! Spanking my butt as she passed. I pretended I didn't know who she was but Lez be honest, I'd recognize her palm smack with my eyes closed! Great to have my RFMBFF back.
I got to see Bruce stretch out. Mister is flexible! No, I'm not perving....When a man who built like a Linebacker can raise his legs to chest height then bend enough to where his nose can touch his knee THAT is worthy of gawking! Bravo Bruce! I for one was thoroughly impressed.
It was Back Squat day...YAY ME! I love back squats. I get to put my big soccer legs to use. I can bang them out with proficiency. When I do, feel like I'm a ultra-mini female version of Ken.
Unfortunately, my glee was short lived...I had to do math, my arch nemesis!
Turns out last week was a fluke. I am back to normal. I can't add, it took me over 10 minutes to try and figure out how I was going to get the total sum of 80# on a 45# bar. In the end, I didn't figure it out. Carol did.
To make matters worse, Bumper must have really wanted to showcase my short bus capabilities by devising a WOD like this below:
This counting sequence messed me up BAD. Well, pretty much everyone. Bumper had to repeat himself at least 5 times. Like I said I was back to normal so this was TOUGH. I kept on having to look at the board to make sure.
I went for a manageable weight for my KB swings. I am prone to laziness so just in case I ALWAYS ask Kristi or Bumper. I love is their facial expression. It's the look of, "Hmm...really, again?
I like kettle bell swings. They are simple but I can't help but giggle every time I think about the hip thrust movement you use. When I do the 1st few reps I wanna yell, "OH YEAH. WHO'S YOUR DADDY?!"
Yes, I am very immature. I say whatever! Don't lie, I know you've thought about it before. If not, now you will....YOU ARE WELCOME.
Moving on, let's talk burpees. Mine areUG-GA-LEE. No sugar coating this one. It's ugly in a way that, if my burpees were a chick in a bar hoping to hook-up not even the meanest beer goggles would get them laid.
Yeah, you are SUPPOSE to ease into a plank position and with control, lower your chest to the ground. Not me, I just throw myself to the floor. This is where me having the chest of a 10 year old boy is a clear advantage. Hooray for small boobies!
I've come to the revelation through torture half of the battle of burpees is the act of standing up. Knowing this is all well & good. However, this girlfriend be jumpin' on a box that is 16" high! SIXTEEN INCHES PEOPLE! That is some Evil Knivel type of action if you ask me. Getting me to jump that high is a miracle in itself.
I was on fire! My adrenalin was pumping or I could have stepped on some rabbit poop on the way to the gym but I totally bunny hopped that sucker! Better yet, I escaped injury do so. What an ego boost. I was psyched, I went for it!
Toward the end (around the 8th round) fatigue set in. I was keggin' bad....started to lose count of my reps, so I did extra. I also started pounding my landing. No cushioning that sucker, my poor shins...That's when I wished my ninja skills came out without alcohol.
Even with my many "setbacks" I managed to complete the Murder ByBox Jump Burpees WOD (that's what I'm naming it) in a respectable time.
It took me over 20 minutes to recover. I was toast. The only reason I moved was I had to. I was sitting on some bumper plates and the 6 o'clock class needed them.
The truth is: I am demented, I derive the most satisfaction from the hardest vomit inducing workouts. I love the Torture. Five days a week I get to challenge myself. Achieve beyond what I thought I was capable of. Embrace the pain because that's a reminder that I am alive.
Last week was pretty dismmal. This week I decided to change my attitude, be positive.
It began late last Saturday night I recieved a text from my friend Jenn asking if I wanted to do a make-up "Sunday Fun Day" WOD at the stadium in the morning with her & her friend Colleen since she knew I missed mine too.
She sent a picture text however my phone is crappy and I couldn't see it. While waiting for the download I figured, why not? I replied within seconds: I'm in! Why I mention the crappy phone deal was Jenn sent me the details of the Sunday WOD. Had I actually seen it, I honestly don't think I would've gone....
This sign greeted me as I walked toward them. --->>>
Yup, it's even worse when you are actually doing it. Notice NO 15# vest by my name? I'm not hardcore AND wasn't particularly keen on suffering a stroke on a Sunday morning. Of course Teva, Jenn's 10 year old son smoked us. The 2 ultra Fit ladies killed it! Me? I barely survived.
I didn't finish under the 30 minute time cap, but I finished!Hallelujah!
Dazed, nauseated, gasping for air & legs trembling I was happy. Even though I looked as if I was dragged through a car wash (without the car)...I didn't mind taking a picture to mark this occasion. I SURVIVED!
Feeling accomplished I had to reward myself with a nap. Man oh man was I toast for the rest of the day...
As I always do, I hit the RFM site before bed.... Come to think of it should rethink this practice just in case I read something horrifying like this again:
Workout for 7/30/12:
A. Back squat 3x5 (+5-10#)
B. 4 rounds for max reps:
0:30 DB lunges (40-50% of body weight)
0:30 rest
0:30 push-ups
0:30 rest
0:30 KB swings
0:30 rest
Dumbell lunges, push ups, burpees. As many reps as possible in 30 seconds
Staring at the screen, panic set in. Why did I do that WOD today? Damn it, I'm heavy! Oh my God I'm going to have to rock (2) 20# Dumbells! Push ups? I can do about 5 push ups. (When I say this I'm being generous with 5).
Still apprehensive from the night before I was quiet the whole day. I had to figure out a game plan. I knew I would be running a deficient w/the push ups. I had to jam the lunges & KB swings to make up the difference.
I stuck to the plan. Ain't gonna lie, it was tough. I fought hard. I fell backwards trying to pop up from a lunge & did some of the push-ups the wrong way on the Poiret bar (even AFTER Bumper demo'd it for me). I swear pretty soon he'll nickname me Short Bus.
Of course later that night I started walking like I had a stick up my ass, getting out of my chair was a major undertaking. I even contemplated NOT putting on deodorant as to spare myself the pain...
I didn't learn my lesson. As I was lying in bed I remembered it was time to check Tuesday's WOD:
Workout for 7/31/12:A. Press 3x5 (+5#) B. For time: Run 400 meters 40 double unders Run 300 meters 30 double unders Run 200 meters 20 double unders Run 100 meters 10 double unders
Hot Doggie! My kind of workout. Very rarely do the stars align. Fortunately they did for me on Tuesday.
Magically at night the pain fairies helped me out. I awoke with only 2 places that hurt like hell. My left quad & my right shin. My thinking: Ah, this is candy. I have the whole day to stretch....oh God, I am a fool....
That afternoon my shin still hurt. Trying to massage it at the gym Lori took pity on me & rewarded me with a shin-tiger balm massage. AHHHH HOLY HELL! THIS HURTS LIKE A MOTHER!
Yes, I was being a tad bit dramatic but my boo boo hurt. I must have been in enough agony to delight my 11yr old daughter. She couldn't stop laughing at me. I can't blame her, we all know it's only funny when it's not you.
Thanks to Lori's fingers of steel & Tiger balm I could now run. Up side to this is I also cleared my sinuses. The fumes were so strong that even Ken who was stretching 5 feet way suffering from allergies now could breath again because of me. (No thanks needed Ken, you're welcome).
As some of you may already know, I am mathematically challenged. In most cases I'd say KISS YOUR ASS GOOD BYE if it meant I could save the world by addition. Not today my friends, I was on fire!
I knew exactly what barbell & weight combination to use AND I could count my reps up to 20! Read it: TWENTY!! Eh, I wasn't going to push my luck and attempt to count to 21....I know my limits. I wasn't about to give myself a migraine.
As I mentioned in the beginning the stars were aligned. Tuesday's WOD was made for me. DU's & running. I have yet to do more than 2 DU's but I can now string along singles at a steady pace. I even knew what the conversion amount was for DU's to Singles...Hell yeah, I was on a serious roll!
Wait, wait, wait....
Let's get serious of a moment. Running sucks. I do whatever I have to keep going. This time, I kept my head down & sang "Call Me Maybe." to myself. Don't knock it! It's a catchy tune. Once you hear the song you too will be singing, "I know I just met you and this is crazy but here's my number. Call me maybe" Ah yeah...That's my JAM!
In my Carly Rae Jepsen karaoke daze I somehow finished in the middle of the pack for my WOD. Better yet, I completed it within my own self imposed time cap. Hot damn! I AM A ROCK STAR!
After class, I was still reeling in my own glory. Cruising with Kats watching the boys flip the 600Lb truck tire was fun. But it was Coach Kristi's flip that got me inspired.....
NOT TO FLIP THE TIRE! HECK NO!You must be smokin' something funny if you thought I did....And people think I'm crazy?!!
Anyway, I wanted to sit on the INSIDE and be rolled down the parking lot. Marcus seemed to also think this was a good idea and offered to hook me up & push the tire. SWEET!!
As you know the words, Kathy & mature are synonymous with safety. I was ahead of the game. I asked Marcus what would happen if I got too sick & wanted to stop? I would need a "safe word." What's a safe word you ask? It's a special word or phraseto let people know to stop without having to say the word stop....
I was thinking um, maybe: Blueberry Pancakes? But his suggestion was simple: STOP. Bleh! Efficient? Absolutely. Creative? NO. The word stop lacks zing. Zing is important in situations like this.
Then I asked what if he couldn't hear me yell stop? His answer, "just yell it loud. Do it enough times, someone is bound to hear you." I tell you, Marcus should be my Guru....He give me some genius answers.
Standing there listening to our conversation Coach Kristi was skeptical. She shook her head saying she didn't think it was a good idea. I can't imagine why? How bad could it be? I mean, I swear I saw it on an episode of Jackass. Hello, Johnny Knoxville is still alive....I'm jus sayin'
Maybe it was the urging of Marcus & Kats or my own stupidity but I felt like I had huge gorilla balls & I decided to go for it!
I got in the middle. Of course I'm too short & weak to hold myself upright that's when I thought I heard someone say, "run in the middle of it like a hamster!". At that moment, I knew God helped guide me to the right gym.....
I AM SURROUNDED BY GENIUSES!
That was perfect! Much safer than being flipped. Plus, I could still use my own safe word to stop. YAY ME!
Bumper helped guide me. My Guru, Marcus decided to watch.
Slow at first then I was like a hamster on crack...Running as fast as my little legs could take me. That was until I heard Bumper yell, HO, HO, HO, STOP! I guess I was going to hit the warehouse or people who knows...
It wasn't my Blueberry Pancakes but it worked. After a few feet, I ending up on my head upside down. Who would've thought it would be difficult to stop on a dime?
I stumbled out thinking, THAT WAS AWESOME! I SO want to do it again. This Crossfit stuff Rocks!
Gosh, what an great week I've had so far. Changing my attitude made all the difference. Being positive sure has it's perks.
Shoot, gotta run so I'll just Blueberry Pancakes this....Hope you have a Happy Aloha Friday Boys & Girls!
