saucy pants no more

I’ve been drinking the cool-aid so much recently… hitting the WOD’s and high-fiving a bunch of PR’s and feeling like I can do just about anything. That’s right, anything. Alas, sure enough – Just as I get all saucy pants, a WOD comes along and I can’t even finish.

Just to be clear: This has not happened in a while. And it does not feel very good. Suddenly my beloved CF becomes an adversary, and in reaction to it I feel standoffish, resentful, trying to act all cool like, whatever, ‘Go on ahead and do whatever you want.. see if I care.’


But once I get over my own ego. And this does not happen instantly. And once I get over… my own ego…I realize it’s moments like these when It’s time to pick myself up and dust my ass off (after all its been handed to me but I won’t take it because I have my pride so it gets dropped to the floor in a pile of dust at which point I still refuse to reach down and pick it up), that I wake up to the reality that there is no finish line, you can always do better, and instead of treating these moments like a trip to Hoffman’s for an ice-cream cone, maybe if I really want to grow past my own mediocrity I should start showing up for what it is I think I really want.


Junkyard Dog Warm-Up


I. “DT”

5 Rounds For Time:

12 Deadlifts (155/105)

9 Hang Power Cleans

6 Push Jerks

Completed: 4 Rounds @ 75lbs. And the buzzer rang. Just to be clear, the WOD called for 5 rounds in 15 minutes. Suck-it.

*20 Minute Time Limit

II. Heavy Prowler Sprints

These are fun.