Little

2-25-13
Snatch
2 x 2@ 80%
2 x 1 @ 85%
2 x 1 @ 90%
2 x 1@ 80%

3 x ME C2B Pull ups (3 sets of the un-broken chest to bar pull ups, rest as needed.)

Daily Strength

Daily WOD

Row 750M for time

This Saturday

This Saturday will be our first SFP Camp aka "PBR and PR's" at 1130am. Bring a singlet if you have one and an appetite for lifting heavy. The time might change but for now let's plan on 1130am.

Here's an entry from Lisa "Little". I asked her to write this because I like her approach to lifting and she has an interesting background in power lifting. I think its cool and interesting to see a woman's perspective on weight lifting since there is a negative social stigma on woman who lift heavy weights.

My love for lifting roots back to my high school days when I was suckered into joining the power lifting team after Coach D recruited a bunch of the cheerleaders to join for an upcoming meet. The idea was to salt the pool and keep the girls trophy at home but I ended up sticking with it past the trophy session. I really liked the challenge of lifting and seeing the progress each time we maxed out for a new cycle and seeing the changes my body. I of course cannot deny my raging hormonal crush on coach Holstein and its affect on my motivation to make the commitment.

The meets were always an experience to remember; a room filled with singlet’s, bench shirts, knee wraps, and growling red faces. I personally never sported a singlet but I tried to make friends with the scary girls who did.  

Those red faced grunters did teach me how to zero in and focus on a lift. Sure, I felt like an animal the first time I attacked the bar but I realized what a difference it made. Once I learned to block everyone out and hone in on some of the pent up teenage aggression I had, I started to make a lot better lifts. 

I wish CrossFit would have come into my life much earlier on so I would have continued my love for lifting and perhaps not gained the freshmen 15. Or even better, when I was power lifting, to teach me how to use my butt and hamstrings so my quads didn't get to their massive size, tearing my favorite jeans in the process. But it's here now! Between loving my job and being able to work out at a gym I love every day, I'm pretty fricken happy and certainly less of a bitch every day.

It's amazing how much less I feel like strangling people with those two things being awesome in my life. My husband’s safety certainly depends on it and perhaps yours does too. CrossFit has provided a perfect level of challenge for me in an awesome atmosphere full of amazing people.

There were a lot of things I wasn’t even close to doing when I started and that list will always be long but doing a strict pull up was a pretty big moment for me. That may have actually been the day I officially drank the kool-aid. I remember the sheer joy I felt afterward and that's something I love seeing on the faces of everyone around me when they do something they thought so unachievable. It's awesome. I'll never forget Whitney's face when she got her first Kipping pull up with her chin above the bar. Or JJ's big grin every time she tells me the latest awesome thing she's done. For me, the thrill of CrossFit has grown into an addiction of achieving goals with those around me. Aside from trying to beat Ealy in something other than burpees, I am more excited to see other people finish WOD's as prescribed in awesome time than I am for myself to do the same.

So my current reality.....in lieu of a recent ski accident (where Carrie Graveel was supposed to babysitting me) I am currently getting my workout's on in a nifty CPM machine. My new ACL and I are starting to get along and I am close to throwing my crutches in the closet. I'm hoping to get back in gym soon and hopefully make some upper body progress while my knee is going through rehab. I haven't lost the taste for the kool-aid but I've got a long way to go before I make my way back doing WOD's with everyone.  Until that day, I look forward to living vicariously through you and joy in your achievements. Obviously no open for me this year, but I look forward to cheering you all on. 

In the meantime, feel free to remind me of how much my knee injury sucks whenever you see me, I love hearing it 10 times a day. Really. No shit it sucks.