Lazy day at home, so I set up the bar in the garage and did some strict press.
Worked up really slowly. 10# increments starting at 65#. Lowering the rep count to singles starting at 115#
Went well up to 135#. Tried 145#, same deal as last time. Can't get past that sticking point.
Dropped to 125# for 3 sets of 3. Last rep was a real fight. I'll try 130# next time. Unless I get that elusive 145#!
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Monday, 1 September 2014
Sunday, 6 July 2014
Crossfit log for Saturday, July 5th
Come to Coach Isabelle's birthday throw down they said, It'll be fun they said.
Ha.
Two torturous WODs later and I think Kevin said it best. I am dead, my body just doesn't know it yet.
First WOD I affectionately call "DT was a pussy".
Seemed harmless enough until we saw the first heat try it. Coach had to drop a round before the end as teams were dying.
Teams of 2, for time:
2 rounds of DT 155# Rx 135# scalled
2 lengths of the field sled pull
4 rounds of DT
2 lengths sled pull
4 rounds of DT (originally 6)
2 lengths sled pull
The field was about 50m long, the sled had 70# on it for scaled (90# for Rx)
So essentially each team member did DT plus 3 50m sled pulls.
Horrible. My shoulders were so sore. I partnered with Mitch and he carried me through it. We never even looked at our time. It was a blur of pain and fatigue.
WOD 2 was hard but not as hard as the first.
14 minute AMRAP
-Share 1000m row (800m scaled) while partner holds 110# axle in front rack.
-Share Isabelle (30 snatches for time 95# (Rx was 135#)
-share 60 wall balls (Rx was 80 reps)
-Alternate farmer carries with 16kg kettle bells 70m (35m and back)
Score was number of lengths (35m) of farmer carries
We got 9.5, no idea how we stacked up.
My row was really strong. Mitch confused me by saying he had done only 400m (I was sure we had to do 1000m so I figured I had 600m to do. I went all out, holding 1:37-1:38 / 500m pace, I clued in that I also had only 400, thankfully before getting that far, I yelled to Mitch to confirm I was only doing 400, and he ask where are you 380m! Already? So yeah, I was pretty fast.
Mitch is way, way better at the snatch than I am, even at 95#. He was doing 5 or 6 reps for my 3. But together we made quick work of the snatches and I took off with the wall balls. Did 10, passed it off, Mitch did 10, I did 15, he managed another 10, I did 11 leaving the last 4 for him as I got ready for the farmer carries.
I felt I contributed more on WOD 2.
Kiza was partnered with Yvana, one of Caleb's classmates. They did quite well. I hope they post the results. We couldn't stay because Dexter was getting overtired and we had guest coming over for supper.
So naturally after all that work I mowed the lawn and ran to the grocery store before bbqing some hamburgers and drinking wine while watching kids swim and play in the back yard.
Long day. But a good day nonetheless.
Ha.
Two torturous WODs later and I think Kevin said it best. I am dead, my body just doesn't know it yet.
First WOD I affectionately call "DT was a pussy".
Seemed harmless enough until we saw the first heat try it. Coach had to drop a round before the end as teams were dying.
Teams of 2, for time:
2 rounds of DT 155# Rx 135# scalled
2 lengths of the field sled pull
4 rounds of DT
2 lengths sled pull
4 rounds of DT (originally 6)
2 lengths sled pull
The field was about 50m long, the sled had 70# on it for scaled (90# for Rx)
So essentially each team member did DT plus 3 50m sled pulls.
Horrible. My shoulders were so sore. I partnered with Mitch and he carried me through it. We never even looked at our time. It was a blur of pain and fatigue.
WOD 2 was hard but not as hard as the first.
14 minute AMRAP
-Share 1000m row (800m scaled) while partner holds 110# axle in front rack.
-Share Isabelle (30 snatches for time 95# (Rx was 135#)
-share 60 wall balls (Rx was 80 reps)
-Alternate farmer carries with 16kg kettle bells 70m (35m and back)
Score was number of lengths (35m) of farmer carries
We got 9.5, no idea how we stacked up.
My row was really strong. Mitch confused me by saying he had done only 400m (I was sure we had to do 1000m so I figured I had 600m to do. I went all out, holding 1:37-1:38 / 500m pace, I clued in that I also had only 400, thankfully before getting that far, I yelled to Mitch to confirm I was only doing 400, and he ask where are you 380m! Already? So yeah, I was pretty fast.
Mitch is way, way better at the snatch than I am, even at 95#. He was doing 5 or 6 reps for my 3. But together we made quick work of the snatches and I took off with the wall balls. Did 10, passed it off, Mitch did 10, I did 15, he managed another 10, I did 11 leaving the last 4 for him as I got ready for the farmer carries.
I felt I contributed more on WOD 2.
Kiza was partnered with Yvana, one of Caleb's classmates. They did quite well. I hope they post the results. We couldn't stay because Dexter was getting overtired and we had guest coming over for supper.
So naturally after all that work I mowed the lawn and ran to the grocery store before bbqing some hamburgers and drinking wine while watching kids swim and play in the back yard.
Long day. But a good day nonetheless.
Monday, 14 October 2013
Crossfit log for Monday, October 14th
Thanksgiving Monday.
The gym is closed, but thankfully I have this fancy home gym set up.
Monday's are usually cleans so I revisited a clean workout from a little while ago.
12 minute to max weight of 1 power clean, 1 hang clean.
So power clean from the floor catching above parallel and a full squat clean but starting from the hang position.
I have more trouble with the hang clean than the power. I need to commit to getting under the bar. I struggled with the hang clean at 155#, tried a second time and got it.
At 165# I nailed the power clean and committed to getting under the bar for the hang and nailed it first try.
Much like last time, I power cleaned the 175# (confirmed my PR) and didn't come close to hang cleaning it. (this is also my current best full clean).
Then I switched to back squats for 2 reps, warmed up with 135#, 185# and 205#, then got serious at 215#, 225# and finally put everything I have on the bar: 240#
Stuck a bit coming up, but I got it. Happy with that, since my 1 rep max is 245#.
The gym is closed, but thankfully I have this fancy home gym set up.
Monday's are usually cleans so I revisited a clean workout from a little while ago.
12 minute to max weight of 1 power clean, 1 hang clean.
So power clean from the floor catching above parallel and a full squat clean but starting from the hang position.
I have more trouble with the hang clean than the power. I need to commit to getting under the bar. I struggled with the hang clean at 155#, tried a second time and got it.
At 165# I nailed the power clean and committed to getting under the bar for the hang and nailed it first try.
Much like last time, I power cleaned the 175# (confirmed my PR) and didn't come close to hang cleaning it. (this is also my current best full clean).
Then I switched to back squats for 2 reps, warmed up with 135#, 185# and 205#, then got serious at 215#, 225# and finally put everything I have on the bar: 240#
Stuck a bit coming up, but I got it. Happy with that, since my 1 rep max is 245#.
Sunday, 6 October 2013
I'm a good mother.
3 days in to Kiza's second 10 day business trip this month, I've found myself wondering if this is the life of every single parent, just single fathers, or more likely if it's just me.
Then I read this blog post I spotted on Facebook: The Good Mother and I realized that it's all of us.
My voice isn't so much "a good mother would", but "mommy would" or wouldn't as the case may be.
-mommy wouldn't have skipped bath night.
-mommy wouldn't have put Dex down without brushing his teeth.
-mommy wouldn't have sifted through the dirty laundry basket to find the least dirty uniform shirt for Delilah to wear to school on Friday (why couldn't it have been cold out, I have dozens of long sleeve shirts).
The author, Lynn Shattuck, is right, fathers don't set the bar nearly as high and society doesn't set if any higher for them.
That doesn't mean we don't feel the pressure, guilt or inadequacy when we make the call or go it alone (even temporarily). But being a good father isn't tied to our self worth, not at the surface anyway.
I felt sad reading the blog, most of the examples she cited I could relate to, and before finishing the sentence I brushed them off. (Edit: I felt sad for the mothers who can't brush it off, for whatever reason, the way fathers can).
-forgot the monitor? Baby will cry loud enough sooner or later, no biggie.
-forgot diaper bag while out of the house? Outing gets cut short with a stinky ride home, no biggie.
-surfing the net while feeding baby? Hell ya. Try playing Wii (but be careful not to bonk your 5 day old in the forhead with the controller when you have to jump/dive to break trough the ice in the Ice Age game, really glad she had that knitted cap on)
-can't soothe a crying baby? Lets just say I'm glad we lost the fridge in the fire, I was tired of seeing the dent in the stainless steel door where I put my fist because a certain little girl wouldn't stop crying in my arms despite every trick in the book)
-didn't notice the shirt was dirty? I chose the dirty shirt myself and put it on her. No biggie.
There was another post I read recently, I think it was a comencement speech, and it said something about, how horrible experience will one day make great stories, so when you're in the middle of one, try to imagine telling this story one day and laughing your butt off.
My kids are happy more often than not, they are a marvel to watch, learning and interacting with each other, with their peers and with me. We're doing alright.
But please mommy, come home soon!!!! ;)
Ms. Shattuck's final remark is important I think (as it describes most of my days of late).
I'm a good mother.
Then I read this blog post I spotted on Facebook: The Good Mother and I realized that it's all of us.
My voice isn't so much "a good mother would", but "mommy would" or wouldn't as the case may be.
-mommy wouldn't have skipped bath night.
-mommy wouldn't have put Dex down without brushing his teeth.
-mommy wouldn't have sifted through the dirty laundry basket to find the least dirty uniform shirt for Delilah to wear to school on Friday (why couldn't it have been cold out, I have dozens of long sleeve shirts).
The author, Lynn Shattuck, is right, fathers don't set the bar nearly as high and society doesn't set if any higher for them.
That doesn't mean we don't feel the pressure, guilt or inadequacy when we make the call or go it alone (even temporarily). But being a good father isn't tied to our self worth, not at the surface anyway.
I felt sad reading the blog, most of the examples she cited I could relate to, and before finishing the sentence I brushed them off. (Edit: I felt sad for the mothers who can't brush it off, for whatever reason, the way fathers can).
-forgot the monitor? Baby will cry loud enough sooner or later, no biggie.
-forgot diaper bag while out of the house? Outing gets cut short with a stinky ride home, no biggie.
-surfing the net while feeding baby? Hell ya. Try playing Wii (but be careful not to bonk your 5 day old in the forhead with the controller when you have to jump/dive to break trough the ice in the Ice Age game, really glad she had that knitted cap on)
-can't soothe a crying baby? Lets just say I'm glad we lost the fridge in the fire, I was tired of seeing the dent in the stainless steel door where I put my fist because a certain little girl wouldn't stop crying in my arms despite every trick in the book)
-didn't notice the shirt was dirty? I chose the dirty shirt myself and put it on her. No biggie.
There was another post I read recently, I think it was a comencement speech, and it said something about, how horrible experience will one day make great stories, so when you're in the middle of one, try to imagine telling this story one day and laughing your butt off.
My kids are happy more often than not, they are a marvel to watch, learning and interacting with each other, with their peers and with me. We're doing alright.
But please mommy, come home soon!!!! ;)
Ms. Shattuck's final remark is important I think (as it describes most of my days of late).
I’m a good mother. Say it with me, even if your kid is wearing a yogurt shirt today like mine is. Say it if you have no idea what’s for dinner. Say it after you raise your voice because your kid won’t get in her freaking car seat. Say it out loud to yourself.
I'm a good mother.
Thursday, 20 June 2013
Home Gym
Feeling sick yesterday and today, but thankfully to keep me in the spirit I received my Olympic lifting bar and bumper plates.
Project: "Home Gym" initiate!
Très cool.
Project: "Home Gym" initiate!
Très cool.
Tuesday, 9 April 2013
The New Old House with a touch of guilt
The bulk of the move is done. Some boxes in the basement, some stuff in the garage, I've said that we won't be officially moved in until I can park in the garage, but for all intents and purposes we are home.
If feels nice. It feels right. Much has changed, not the least of which is the location of many light switches which will take some getting used to.
The colours have changes. I love the colours. They are so vibrant, they make the house feel so much more alive than before.
It's a new home, but it's the old home too.
We've been so excited and happy just to be back, to have a fancy new kitchen and new details that make a big difference that I hadn't noticed a less happy feeling lingering in the back of my mind.
We've taken a few people though the house to show off and that's when I really noticed the feeling. I identified it today. It's guilt.
Somehow in my mind I feel that we didn't earn this wonderful new home. Without the fire we would never have this house. I feel proud of my home, but how can I feel proud?
I'm sure I'll get over it. Insurance is essentially gambling and the sad coin toss resulted in the complete loss of our home also paid dividends. So perhaps my feelings are unfounded.
In the mean time I'll just bask in the glory of being in my own house again, even if it wasn't all fancy and new, I'd still be rejoicing in that fact alone.
If feels nice. It feels right. Much has changed, not the least of which is the location of many light switches which will take some getting used to.
The colours have changes. I love the colours. They are so vibrant, they make the house feel so much more alive than before.
It's a new home, but it's the old home too.
We've been so excited and happy just to be back, to have a fancy new kitchen and new details that make a big difference that I hadn't noticed a less happy feeling lingering in the back of my mind.
We've taken a few people though the house to show off and that's when I really noticed the feeling. I identified it today. It's guilt.
Somehow in my mind I feel that we didn't earn this wonderful new home. Without the fire we would never have this house. I feel proud of my home, but how can I feel proud?
I'm sure I'll get over it. Insurance is essentially gambling and the sad coin toss resulted in the complete loss of our home also paid dividends. So perhaps my feelings are unfounded.
In the mean time I'll just bask in the glory of being in my own house again, even if it wasn't all fancy and new, I'd still be rejoicing in that fact alone.
Wednesday, 29 August 2012
Stripped to the bone
One week and three months have passed since the fire and the demolition is just about complete. They are applying the smoke seal on the skeleton that used to be my home. The smoke seal is white, which surprised me, taking the skeletal metaphor a good step closer to reality.
Three months, yet it seems like ages ago. We've since settled into our temporary existence and are making the best of our situation.
But I miss my house. I miss my room, my closet, my shower, everything really. I liked my house. I hope I'll like it still, even after the renovations. We are meeting the contractor this week to go over what we want to do. It is just overwhelming.
Much of the house had a very seventies feel, which both Kiza and I loved. It reminded us of the houses we grew up in. I want to maintain that feel, but given carte blanche, it's hard not to imagine the possibilities.
Granted we want to stay within the budget and not spend on frivolous upgrades, but removing a wall here, moving a closet there, subtle changes can have dramatic effects.
It's going to be interesting to say the least.
Three months, yet it seems like ages ago. We've since settled into our temporary existence and are making the best of our situation.
But I miss my house. I miss my room, my closet, my shower, everything really. I liked my house. I hope I'll like it still, even after the renovations. We are meeting the contractor this week to go over what we want to do. It is just overwhelming.
Much of the house had a very seventies feel, which both Kiza and I loved. It reminded us of the houses we grew up in. I want to maintain that feel, but given carte blanche, it's hard not to imagine the possibilities.
Granted we want to stay within the budget and not spend on frivolous upgrades, but removing a wall here, moving a closet there, subtle changes can have dramatic effects.
It's going to be interesting to say the least.
Saturday, 9 June 2012
Crossfit log for Saturday, June 9th
Ended up going to the team WOD today. Didn't team up with Nat. Had a new girl as a partner.
Worked out nicely, the weight was light for me, so I focused on good form and keeping the intensity up when I could.
It was a 25 minutes AMRAP.
-10 Clean and Jerk 65# (5 each)
-run 160m during which one team member carries two 16kg kettle bells 60m
-14 ball slam+reverse burpees (7 each)
-20 dumb bell snatches 25# (10 each)
run 160m during which the other team member carries two 16kg kettle bells back 60m
It was fun. We managed 4 rounds + 7 clean and jerks.
Today I ran 7km with an average pace of 6:12/km.Kiza needed a substitute group leader for the Army Half clinic's first long run. Hadn't run easy in a long while. It was nice. A bit warm.
Then I spend 3 hours mowing my two lawns. There's a sitcom in there somewhere, I'm sure.
Worked out nicely, the weight was light for me, so I focused on good form and keeping the intensity up when I could.
It was a 25 minutes AMRAP.
-10 Clean and Jerk 65# (5 each)
-run 160m during which one team member carries two 16kg kettle bells 60m
-14 ball slam+reverse burpees (7 each)
-20 dumb bell snatches 25# (10 each)
run 160m during which the other team member carries two 16kg kettle bells back 60m
It was fun. We managed 4 rounds + 7 clean and jerks.
Today I ran 7km with an average pace of 6:12/km.Kiza needed a substitute group leader for the Army Half clinic's first long run. Hadn't run easy in a long while. It was nice. A bit warm.
Then I spend 3 hours mowing my two lawns. There's a sitcom in there somewhere, I'm sure.
Friday, 25 May 2012
Crossfit log for Friday, May 25th
Survived.
It was a team WOD. 100 combined ground to overhead, one team member works at a time, but every minute both team members do 5 burpees.
Was teamed up with a new girl, Alice. She was solid, did 65#, I choose 85#.
We went 26:09
It was hard. Started sobbing in the parking lot during my recovery. Exhaustion and the realization of the magnitude of the disaster was too much I guess.
Tomorrow will be better
It was a team WOD. 100 combined ground to overhead, one team member works at a time, but every minute both team members do 5 burpees.
Was teamed up with a new girl, Alice. She was solid, did 65#, I choose 85#.
We went 26:09
It was hard. Started sobbing in the parking lot during my recovery. Exhaustion and the realization of the magnitude of the disaster was too much I guess.
Tomorrow will be better
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