learning to trust my own opinions and expertise
Yeah yeah, I drank the cool aid: I’m doing another post on Crossfit, but in my defence quite a few of you have asked what the heck it is, and this post also ties in nicely with The Lounge‘s photography theme.
Most of these photos were taken on the day by a guy called Trav, operating as The FITographer. His whole collection of photos from the day is FAN-diddly-TASTIC. And I am also totally digging the fact that he has taken two passions and talents – Crossfit and photography – and made a niche career for himself. People are amazing. But anyway, as amazing as he is, this is not about him, this is about ME.
So, is it possible that you hadn’t heard by now that I did a Crossfit Competition last weekend? Didn’t think so. It was a really great experience, but also pretty emotional for me – I think I’m still processing a lot of it and this is a great place to share.
This is Nat and Michael, the owners of Crossfit 4017. They got some dud advice when they set up the Box (gym) and are now facing a fight with council to keep operating (boo! hiss!) as well as various new fees and fines.
The comp was to help raise some funds and the support from other Boxes, Crossfit businesses and local businesses was great. Heaps of people turned up to take part, and despite looking kinda scary when they were in their groups, all the competitors and spectators were actually really lovely and friendly. Lots of cheering for EVERYONE.
There were two workouts, called WODS (Workout of the Day), that made up the competition. If you do them at the set standard it is called RXD. You have to be damned strong, fit and powerful to do RXD – these guys are CRAZY to watch. If you can’t do RXD then the movements are scaled back: cant do full push-ups – scale back to knee push-ups; can’t lift that weight -scale back to a lesser weight. This Comp had a Beginners category so everything was already scaled way back from RXD for people like me.
The first WOD, and I’m gonna talk Beginners here, was 10m walking lunges with a 5 kg sandbag overhead, followed by 10 burpees. Repeat 5 freaking times. Followed by 8kg Kettle Bell Swings and Deadlifts – 5 each, then 10 each etc up to 25 each. You do as much of this workout as you can in 10 minutes, and if you finish you just go straight back to the start.
This is me doing my walking lunges. All that green space around me makes for a nice piccie but what it really means is that I am miles behind everyone else.
There’s a list a mile long of things I am crap at, but it’s fair to day that lunges, with or without bloody sandbags, is one of them. Not for the last time that day I thought I was going to die. Or at the very least, drop that freaking sandbag and NEVER EVER pick it up again. But I didn’t, I got through that shit and made it to the KB swings and Deadlifts, which by comparison were a breeze. Except that by the time I finished the lunges and burpees I had approximately 40 seconds left to pump out a couple before time was up. Morherfucker! I was just hitting my stride!
Some more pictures of awesome people doing their thang (if you look closely you can see me flopping around in the background)!
The second WOD was a 400 m run (some may suggest this is sprinting distance, but I would STRONGLY disagree) followed by 21 chest to overhead presses (20kg bar) and 21 push-ups (knees), then 15, then 9 then start again (yeah right).
It’s probably not very nice of me, but I was competing next to a large-ish lady. When I was running my motivation was Holy Freaking Hell, I MUST beat her in the run. I did, and then she smashed me into the ground with her chest to overheads and push-ups. I hope for karma’s sake that I was giving her return motivation of the Gonna Beat That Toothpick Armed Weakest Link variety. That should make my not-nice thoughts kinda even I hope.
20kgs sounds like so little: Look, the bar doesn’t even have any weights on it! Shut up, I died in the arse.
As for the push-ups, I was supposed to be getting my chest to the ground with each one. The judge gave me a warning and I fairly growled at her “I think we be scaling this one back Chicky”. I didn’t really say Chicky, but only because I could barely breath as it was.
This is my new friend Lisa. My push-ups didn’t look like this because they were missing both the Push and the Up components.
The last part of this WOD was finding a max Clean and Jerk. Check out all the peeps with their bars loaded to the hilt. Impressive, no?
This is my bar. I managed 25kg, and then failed and failed and failed to get 27.5kg above my head. Stupid bar. Stupid arms. Stupid face-pulling that didn’t actually help.
This girl, whose name I don’t know, was way cool, and even did Olympic style screams when she did her max. I was impressed (really). When I can lift like her I am totally getting my chest tattooed as well. It will say Hell Yeah Motherfuckers!
In case you didn’t read my previous post (entitled “What it feels like to come last“) I can let you know the results: I placed 134 of 140 competitors. Bearing in mind that competitors placed 135 through 140 withdrew without completing for a variety of reasons, technically I came last. But what a depressing way to end a post. Instead let’s put on our yee-ha motivating hats: