Saturday, March 8, 2014

Just a good injury away from the glue factory.

"And I heard a voice in the midst of the four beasts. And I looked, and behold a pale horse, and his name that sat on him was Death, and hell followed with him." -- Johnny Cash

What do you get when you give your trainer the nod to revise the weekly workout and he has a demented mind and discretionary time? I advise you to not tempt fate seeking out the answer. I did, and I'm scarred. In what the patriarch of paralysis billed as a mash-up workout to get my creative blogging juices flowing turned out to be a muscle Cuisinart of full body smack down. At one point I contemplated taking off my shoes, maybe a sock to draw the meat-head native's attention away from my crying.

With the weight loss competition locked up by Jaron and his win just mere academics we needed to find something that'd give our loyal readership inspiration to scroll through more than just blah, blah, narcissism, blah, blah, self-deprecation. I wanna get better at the craft of fitness and chronicle the journey, but this workout served up perspective like a deranged taxi driver screaming through the center of town blasting the straights with a fire hose. Cross fit is looking more tantalizing every day.

3 rounds of 1:00 on :30 off.

Stability ball mountain climbers
Floor wipers (knee tucks with a mat to slide feet)
Oblique twists on the ball with 20lb dumb-bell twist

3:00 rest

Second verse same rest and sets as the first, but next level of discomfort.
45lb sleds on a mat for 50 yards
One-arm Turkish squats, 8 per arm with 20lb. (I'll leave this one to the expert)
18" box jumps, 12 jumps.

Full transparency:
JBK: 186.2 & 16.4%
Me: 218.2 & 20.0%