I rolled in at 6 PM and spent some time warming up and catching up with Max and Jay. Max just happened to be in town for a few days, so it was cool that we could hook up. Jay lives local, and came by to check out the BK box and say hello. After opening my shoulders and hitting some stripper stretches, I got under the bar for a lesson in high bar back squats. Both Greg and Justin have transitioned from low bar to high bar, so they had lots of good feedback on my form.
Warm-up sets at 95# felt great. One cue (stop trying to shoot my ass back - just go down and up) fixed 80% of my issues, another cue (big breath, chest up) will fix the rest. Justin, Greg and Leslie took turns coaching me, each offering well-placed cues.
I hit working sets across (5x3) at 125#. That weight is a full 10# more than I've ever used with my high bar form. Greg coached me through, staying in my ear the whole time. They went well, although in each of the five sets, the third squat was a bitch to get back up. I kept dropping my chest just enough to stall me out coming out of the hole. Still, they got done, and I was happy to learn some new cues for this form (instead of trying to stuff my low-bar form into a high-bar position).
It was at this point in the evening that things got ugly.
I had announced loudly and firmly that I had ZERO intention of doing the Main Site chipper, since (a) I was going to be tired from the squats, (b) I still wasn't well rested enough to be pushing hard and (c) the WOD included - yep, of course - pull-ups. Like, 81 pull-ups, to be exact. It's either a conspiracy between Glassman, Satan and my lats... or I have some terrible gym-related karmic retribution hitting me right now. (Was it the time I deliberately mocked that douchey trainer at Gold's by doing gorgeous dead hangs RIGHT after his tragic attempts?) Despite my best intentions, Jack Bauer decided that I was NOT getting out of this one. Here is a reenactment of how it all went down:
Me: Whew. Thanks for the squat tips. I'll strip the bar.
Jack Bauer: You're doing the WOD now.
Me: (Pause. Blink. Swear internally.) Yes, sir.
Because that is just what you do when Jack Bauer tells you to do something. Damn his persuasive ways - that shit was straight-up NINJA*.
*According to the Urban Dictionary: "Ninja (v.) the act of stealing, swooping, or snaking something. Usually the person who has been ninja'd upon does not realize it for a little while." In my case, Jack Bauer ninja'd both my common sense and my quadriceps in such a smooth fashion that I did not realize it until I was halfway through my first set of walking lunges.
Main Site WOD at CFBK:
- 100' walking lunges (about 28 steps with my giraffe legs... finally something where height has an advantage!)
- 21 pull-ups
- 21 sit-ups
- 100' walking lunges
- 18 pull-ups
- 18 sit-ups
- 100' walking lunges
- 15 pull-ups
- 15 sit-ups
- 100' walking lunges
- 12 pull-ups
- 12 sit-ups
- 100' walking lunges
- 9 pull-ups
- 9 sit-ups
- 100' walking lunges
- 6 pull-ups
- 6 sit-ups
I lost about a minute in the first round screwing with my pull-up set-up. I needed to scale them, so I used a 1/2 loop of their lightest band. Which, in all fairness, was still about twice as supportive as the band I use at home. I wasn't complaining, though - I needed all the help I could get. And while I generally kick ass at walking lunges, after heavy squats... not so much. The last two rounds were positively brutal - and I wasn't the only one who was hurting. At one point, I looked up to see Greg lunging like a drunk. He did some really heavy squats pre-WOD, so I felt his pain.
In retrospect, I'm really glad I sucked it up and hit the chipper. Last night was a welcome change from how I felt after the hot mess that was my CF Fairfax workout. After posing for a bunch of pics with the boys, I bounced to meet my sister for dinner. Where I drank my weight in mojitos and tried to forget about how much my legs were going to hurt tomorrow.
Today, Kelly and I have the day off - we're just cruising around. Dinner with Martone and Keith Wittenstein tonight pre-cert, and then I'm off to coach some kettlebells at the Black Box this weekend. Holla! Big thank you to the Brooklyn boys and girls for their hospitality, and to Max and Jay for meeting me out there.
Jack Bauer coaching me through some high bar back squats















