Russian Squat Program

I'm starting this today. I found it on google. squatting 3x a week for six weeks sounds a lot more manageable than the other squat programs out there which can be as long as 13 weeks. Those are hard to keep up with. I'll start w/ 255 as my max and will update weekly as to how the program feels. Hopefully by the end of the 6th week (January 10th or so) I should have a much bigger squat!

77KG

1kg is equal to 2.2lbs. This means I'm just shy of 170lbs. In my 35 years, I've never been 170lbs. I feel fat. My suits don't fit and my 5 year old daughter beat me in a race from my car to her gymnastics class...and I was trying. This is actually something I've been trying to accomplish for a long time now, but a steady diet of crossfit and/or marathon training over the past 7 years kept me from breaching 160. Today I restart crossfit and start thinking more about what I'm eating with the goal to gain strength and cardio while maintaining weight.

squat. everyday.

I thought the idea of squatting everyday was rough. Then someone told me he had squatted 9x a week in his most recent cycle. Bottom line: stop being a puss. I'm not sure what the Oly workout is today, but I'm going to incorporate some heavy doubles and see how high I can get with my squat.

wrong wrong wrong

So I did a little lifting on Sunday. Then I went to Fortius on Tuesday and realized all of the above was wrong. Back to the drawing board, I guess.

National Unity Day

"The National Bullying Prevention Center has made tomorrow, October 9th, UNITY DAY...  a day we stand together and take a stand against bullying.  Our school is going to wear ORANGE tomorrow to support anyone who has been bullied, to show that you care, and take a stand against all acts of bullying."

 

The above is from my daughter's kindergarten teacher. Zoey and Lincoln are wearing orange today...

... and so am I. Well, I'm wearing an orangish/coralish polo. I am a cyber bully / bully that's trying to change. I often don't realize that the impact that my comments can make.  Zoey has been complaining about a boy that makes fun of her at school. Having to hear her tell me about someone who has hurt her feelings just breaks my heart. So I'm going to try.

In other news, new 20RM back squat yesterday: 180#. I haven't tried 20 reps in a while, but the last time i did it was about a year ago and I only got to 165#. Feeling stronger every day. 

"We Can Get You To 200"

coach noun, often attributive \ˈkōch\: a person who teaches and trains an athlete or performer
: a person who teaches and trains the members of a sports team and makes decisions about how the team plays during games
: a private teacher who gives someone lessons in a particular subject

The above definition is from www.merriam-webster.com. I define it a little bit differently. Having a Level-1 CrossFit Certificate doesn't make me a coach. At the same time, being hired to facilitate a CrossFit class doesn't make you a coach either; I don't care what title you're given or what the back of your shirt says. To me, a coach is someone who believes in their abilities and the abilities of their athletes.

Last week, I tried an Olympic Lifting specific gym and after giving him some base-line numbers, he told me 'We can get you to 200" in reference to my snatch. Sure, he might be trying to sell me, but I believe him.

Sign me up, Coach.

LOST

Last night I couldn't sleep. I'm not talking about tossing and turning for a few minutes...I'm talking about hours of staring at my ceiling. And rather than do anything productive, I usually just lay there and think of random shit.  It was right around 2am when I blew my own mind with this epiphany: CrossFit is like the television series "Lost."

CrossFit is the island. You don't know if you're ever going to get off; you've had too much of the Kool-aid.

My affiliate is Oceanic flight 815, bringing all sorts of different people together.

21-15-9? Kind of like the lost lottery numbers in that they mean nothing to anyone else outside of the island.

My affiliate owner is the smoke monster, but instead of smoke he goes around farting on the island's inhabitants. And, if you piss him off, crazy shit will happen and you will fear for your life.

My buddy Roger is Hugo.

My buddy Slow Matt is Jack.

My buddy Gil is Walt (or the other black guy).

Clearly, I'm Sawyer. Or not. It doesn't really matter because the island is not real and we're all dead anyway.
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So if you can't tell from the above, I'm sort of all out of Kool-Aid. I've lost that loving feeling, if you will. I didn't wake up one morning all of the sudden hating CrossFit. It was a number of events, situations, people that I won't get into here, but it all kind of culminated with this lift missed lift.

"The house that we built..." is no longer a home, but an island full of strangers.

I lost my drive and focus a long time ago. This blog is hopefully my journey to finding it again.