Crazy Man in the Workout Room...

So we just got back from a weeks vacation.  I was torn whether to rest my Crossfit weary bones or continue.  The downside of working out on vacation... getting up early.  The downside of not working out... "the MFing soreness" when I got back.  I decided for the lesser of two evils and kept up my workout schedule as much as possible.  My workouts were uneventful except for two.

On the day we were going to Sea World, I did 100 pushups, 200 sit-ups, and 300 squats.  What the hell was I thinking?  For the next 10 hours, I was on my feet in 98 degree weather.  By the end of the day, I was whining like most of the 3 year olds there.  Hell I seriously considered hijacking this old lady's scooter when she went for frozen lemonade.  Too bad her husband kept an eye out.... or I would have torn outta there at 2.5 mph.  "KIDS, MEET ME AT THE CAR!!!" Man I was tired and sore.


On Friday, I decided it was time to put a hurting on myself.  The resort where we stayed had a beautifully equipped, pristine gym.  Which is to say it was utterly useless to a CFer! :D  It did have some rubber dumbells (but with only a 50lb max.... buncha wusses, we warm up with 50s).  Anyway, the real positive thing was a couple of pull-up handles on the crossover weight rack.  I wish I had discovered it sooner.

So 5 rounds: 10 K2E, 15 Thursters, 7 Pull-ups.  Yeah, 75 thrusters.  I'm an idiot.  I get warmed up and finally will myself to begin the pain.  Halfway through my second round, in walks a middle aged man, his wife and 20 something year old son.  Of course, I'm slinging sweat all over the floor (it's 4 o'clock in 97 degree weather) and panting like an elephant giving birth.  During my third set of thrusters, I'm pretty sure I said the mother of all words a couple of times.  The older guy looked like he wanted to say something, but then he saw the 50lb dumbell suspended above my head and decided to bite his tongue.

Then I started kipping pull-ups.  I was kipping so hard I was tilting the whole weight rack a little.  It would slam down each time and then up I would tilt it again.  At this point, they all looked a little terrified.  My favorite moment happened when I finished.  I collapsed per normal on the floor in heaping, heaving mess.  All three stopped what they were doing and just stood there for a moment, presumably waiting for me to die.  HAHA!

At one point during round 4, I did hear the man ask his son what workout he was doing.  The son's reply?  "A whole body workout."  I almost laughed.  They have no idea.