I feel like I've been hit by a truck. I can't identify a single muscle that isn't sore, and the 10 hours of sleep I got last night still don't feel like enough.
I went over to David Sailor's sweet home gym to try some new kipping techniques. I covet his set-up. I mean, I think I even drooled a little. Four pull-up bars, rings, bars, bumps, more KBs than I've seen in one place in a long time, a cage, a sled, Dynamax balls... I wonder if he would adopt me?
He showed me his butterfly kipping style. My first time with it was tough - it's a totally different tempo than my big-ass swing kips, and it's a little tougher on the shoulders. We focused on getting the move down without worrying about getting chin-over-bar. Which is good, because I'm still not sure how I can avoid cracking my teeth on every pull.
We worked on it for about an hour, until my hands were one more pull away from total carnage. I ripped in a few places, but no blood. They feel like they're on fire this morning.
Today was Day 6 with no rest.Tomorrow , I do nothing. Literally nothing. Well, I'll eat. Lots. But that's it.
Big thank you to David - he is a most gracious host, a fantastic coach, a ridiculously capable CrossFitter and one of my new favorite people.