Two quick/funny/related stories from the past couple of Crossfit Nassau sessions…
Story #1
Last Thursday we were working on the Clean and Jerk. Awesome. I suck at this. I suck at all the Olympic lifts because they’re still really new and unnatural feeling to me. We’re supposed to work up to a 1rm (a one rep max, or the most you can lift in a single try), which, of course, is supposed to get so hard that eventually you can’t do it anymore. So I’m at my spot, in the back row (idk who I’m fooling because everyone sees me with my neon pants), with I think 65lbs. I perform my rendition of a Clean and Jerk and I hear giggling and my coach going “Dara WHAT are you doing?!” coming from my left. Crap. What AM I doing? My answer, “Apparently something comical!” So my trainer comes over and says the most magical words, “You’re seriously too strong for that.” Um what? Did I hear you correctly?! Then of course, he continues, and shatters my fantasy of awesomeness, and explains that basically I looked like a crazy person because I dropped my form less than halfway through but because I’m strong enough and it was such a low weight for me, I still somehow Jerked it into the appropriate finishing position. UM… HOW can I even do that? Ridic. So the story ends with my coach showing me the correct way to do several things that I was messing up and me trying to fix them. Good times!
Story #2
Last night I’m back at my box (fyi I go twice a week now, for anyone who hasn’t caught on to this phenomena. 😀 ), and we’re performing a complex of 3 snatch grip push jerks and 3 overhead squats. The push jerks TOTALLY sucked because in my opinion it’s harder to get the weight up than to just lock it out and squat… PLUS in this complex for each push jerk you had to drop the bar back down on your shoulders… which HURTS. My shoulders are black and blue. Yuck. So this is another 1rm situation, so I was working with a partner and we were moving up pretty steadily. We ended up hitting 105 and then maxing out, which honestly I was pretty happy with. Whenever I 1rm over 100 for something, at least for now, I count that as a good day. After the complex worktime was over, I was heading to grab a drink of water and the manager/coach of my box stopped me and asked me, “So when are you coming to olympic lifting club?” Now… you have to understand that in my head that means he’s telling me that my lifts are HORRIBLE and they need so much work I shouldn’t be in regular class without coming to lifting practice for 2 months straight. I suppose he saw the fear/panic in my eyes, so he went on to say that he and the coach from my class (yes, the same one from story #1, if you’re interested), were watching me and that they think I have crazygood natural form and that I’m lifting weights that are way beyond what they expect from someone who has been to class for as short a time as I have. So in essence… he was saying that I should come to the lifting club because I’m awesome? This girl who knows nothing about weightlifting? What? WHAT?! After he said that I think I beamed for like 30 seconds, then stuttered and awkwardly thanked him. Like 4 times. And then excused myself to go get water, because I’m a non-awkward classy lady.
Those are the crossfit stories I have for you! I also started a new programming class today AND I have an x-post blog from my corporate account coming. AND lots of other exciting things. Promise!
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