The mom of an all-American soccer family I ran into on the hotel elevator today asked me what I do “to get so muscular.” I told her CrossFit. She said she used to coach someone who turned competitive a little while ago. Amanda Schwartz. She coached Amanda freaking Schwartz.

On Belles with Brawn

When my mom hovers over my shoulder to take a peek at my streaming of the CrossFit Games, I can’t help but bite my lip, glancing sideways as her narrowed eyes take in the aesthetics of the crop of the fittest women on Earth. I know she strongly dislikes the bulk the women carry on their biceps, the padding of their traps, the shape of their prominent shoulders and sculpted backs. Her bias, as a modern dancer, is that any muscle that has reached the stage of more-than-toned is ugly, unfeminine, unattractive. I don’t mean to single her out or rag on her opinion, (especially since it affects how she treats me as someone who idolizes these women), because this is our world. Sadly, the majority of people in our society agree with her. 

I used to think I had a healthy opinion on how I looked. I pretended I didn’t care about the newly-formed 10 lb of bulk I’d harnessed because of its function. I was able to overlook my musculature because that’s what made me stronger, capable of doing the things I love, mainly CrossFit. I can climb five ropes, overhead squat 130 and run a mile, no problem. I loved myself for what I could do in spite of my appearance. But shouldn’t I be able to do both? Love me for what I can do, and what enables me to do it? I thought about what our Western-influenced paradigm dictates, and what is often associated with muscle. Picture your typical brawn in its Adonis, DaVincian sculpted perfection. Strength, obviously. Dedication. Good habits. Health. Wealth. Athleticism. Men picking up all the babes on the beach. “Bro, dyel?” Yet put that hunk of muscle on a women? Ugly. Unladylike. Never going to get a boyfriend. Only squatting for an ass. Never going to fit in. A fat woman’s excuse for her weight… Why is that? Why is it when we switch the context of what gender the muscle is on, we go from positive to negative? What’s up with the flip-flop?

And yet there’s an irony in their opinions. There is an often occurrence where on female CrossFitter videos I see people 1) bash for appearance (ExampleShes is a monster. Looks like a man. I’m an old fashioned guy: I like women.), or 2) question whether steroid are in use (Exampleholy hell, that is a woman? xD dude that thing runs on steroidsExampleNatural my arse! Maybe not anabolic but definitely Test on board “prescribed by doctor” so its ok.) Or bothmuscularity and outward strength is by definition a masculine characteristic. That is why these women inject, testosterone, to become better athletes.Testosterone of course being the dominant, male development hormone. Not natural, definately not attractive to a completely straight male. Besides your comma use being horrid, your message is ugly, too. You don’t like what you see, you think it’s offensive, yet you feel the need to take that woman down another few pegs by asking if what they do is legal? If the work they put in is actually their own work? So clearly you admire what they can do, because your jealousy is clear as day (I assume you’re trying to diminish their achievements by saying they’re impossible to reach through your likely uneducated methods), but you cloud it by saying well, she’s ugly anyway, 10/10 wouldn’t bang, who cares.

My conclusion? You don’t want a woman to have that power. You don’t want a woman to fit outside that cookie cutter 1950s housewife mold because that is threatening to you. And your view has leeched not only throughout the majority of the male population, but the female as well. It is so mainstream to the point that women in my life have asked whether it bothers my mom that I’m “wasting” my slim figure. Girl-on-girl hate. (Examplewhat i call this person a female or male or something else.i don’t consider this person as a woman. i don’t know what this thing is.i am calling this person thing because.my thought is that female bodybuilding is opposite the nature. and my mind accept this person is female; Example: these crossfit chicks have bodys like guys which is just not attractive.) You want every single woman to fulfill an impossible and demeaning standard- publicly harass them when they choose not to- and that is not okay. 

There is definitely hope, though. People that spring up to our defenses. People that see the work and effort, the overall goal in attaining what we have started, ourselves, to see as beautiful. Videos and viral ads empowering the actions and bodies of the female sex: Nike, Always. Adidas. Even in my own life. When I was down at the pool, somewhat frantically looking for my very-late brother, I overheard a young mother talking to her son about me. She explained in a hushed voice “Jake, she’s just an athlete” after he had seriously asked whether I was a super hero, his jaw dropped in awe. Super hero? Not quite. Ready to take on your patriarchal bullshit? With pleasure. 

Getting ready to go to Del Ray beach with morning eggs, pepperoni and coffee. And I guess I’ll keep following the Games athletes’ schedules and call for an active rest day, too.

"You still have a lot of time to make yourself be what you want."
S.E. Hinton  (via perfect)

becomingathlete:

CrossFit Games individual female competitors, preparing for The Beach. #CrossFit #CrossFitGames

She’s been so amazing so far. I’m impressed!

The past couple days in West Palm have been pretty fun. Along with touring car museums, Florida’s version of the Met, and ordering the most exotic picks on the menu, I’ve been trying to get in a good WOD and ward off the belly chub by hitting a bodyweight workout each day. To say the least, a bit of imagination is needed. But I actually have enjoyed the variety an ocean shore can bring: tough sand, uneven surfaces, dealing with babies throwing sand your way and manta rays when you’re nearing angry-lifeguard territory. Bring on the rest of the week (and the Games!)
My version of The Beach: (49:10)
250 yd swim
30 Burpees
50 Overhead Squats (beach chair)
500 yd swim
30 Burpees
50 OHS
250 yd swim
30 Burpees
50 OHS
And yesterday-
10 rounds:
100 m sprint to the ocean and back
7 Chest to Beach Chair Push-Ups
The past couple days in West Palm have been pretty fun. Along with touring car museums, Florida’s version of the Met, and ordering the most exotic picks on the menu, I’ve been trying to get in a good WOD and ward off the belly chub by hitting a bodyweight workout each day. To say the least, a bit of imagination is needed. But I actually have enjoyed the variety an ocean shore can bring: tough sand, uneven surfaces, dealing with babies throwing sand your way and manta rays when you’re nearing angry-lifeguard territory. Bring on the rest of the week (and the Games!)
My version of The Beach: (49:10)
250 yd swim
30 Burpees
50 Overhead Squats (beach chair)
500 yd swim
30 Burpees
50 OHS
250 yd swim
30 Burpees
50 OHS
And yesterday-
10 rounds:
100 m sprint to the ocean and back
7 Chest to Beach Chair Push-Ups

The past couple days in West Palm have been pretty fun. Along with touring car museums, Florida’s version of the Met, and ordering the most exotic picks on the menu, I’ve been trying to get in a good WOD and ward off the belly chub by hitting a bodyweight workout each day. To say the least, a bit of imagination is needed. But I actually have enjoyed the variety an ocean shore can bring: tough sand, uneven surfaces, dealing with babies throwing sand your way and manta rays when you’re nearing angry-lifeguard territory. Bring on the rest of the week (and the Games!)

My version of The Beach: (49:10)

  • 250 yd swim
  • 30 Burpees
  • 50 Overhead Squats (beach chair)
  • 500 yd swim
  • 30 Burpees
  • 50 OHS
  • 250 yd swim
  • 30 Burpees
  • 50 OHS

And yesterday-

10 rounds:

  • 100 m sprint to the ocean and back
  • 7 Chest to Beach Chair Push-Ups

I COULD DEADLIFT YOU

I COULD PUSH PRESS YOU. I COULD CLEAN AND JERK YOU. I MIGHT BE ABLE TO OVERHEAD SQUAT YOU, TOO IF YOU DON’T WATCH YOUR BACK.

futureisthatmountain:

god bless James Hobart.

I like him and his mum a lot.

the-training-room:

Today USA Weightlifting Nationals: 85 kg & 94 kg - 3 pm 105 kg & +105 kg - 5 pm @againfasterequipment @juggernauttraining @winner_sportswear @teamwinner_ @teamwinner_tour @iwfnet #klokov #klokovd

Had a wonderful Monday afternoon! First I skipped out on the family orientation to run back up to our fridge and bring a 12 oz ham with tomatoes and blueberries back downstairs- I wish I could say people were jealous but they didn’t bat an eye. The allure of the almighty bagel buffet was too strong. My brother then won a shot glass at a super hokey raffle, and I finally got a bathing suit that’s not meant for a pre-teen. Also a mother at the pool had to explain to her child “this is what a fit woman looks like” when I walked by because he may or may not have thought I was a super hero. And in order to uphold that marvelous image, and in anticipation of Wednesday’s “The Beach” event in Carson, I tried some endurance work today. 
Run 1 Beach Mile: 12:36- I was hoping for at least an 8:30 pace, so when I finally got to the shore and was moving absolutely nowhere with a lot of effort, it was a bit alarming. Between the mucky sand dragging you down, the balance it takes as choppy surf hits your feet, and of course the entire thing at a pretty big tilt, the run was not exactly cardiovascularly challenging, but took a tole on my calves and patience for sure. 
Swim 30:00- ocean swim for almost half a mile! The current was really choppy and not in the direction I wanted. But since I sported goggles, I got to see lots of fish and a sting ray at one point. 
Of course, now I’m pooped, which is probably best for driving around to find a decent restaurant everyone can eat at anyway. Also sorry for the limited interaction this week- just know I’m making the most out of a beautiful spot, and will be sure to go on a liking spree as soon as the internet is more reliable and the weather a little more Jersey-insufferable. Have a great night!
Had a wonderful Monday afternoon! First I skipped out on the family orientation to run back up to our fridge and bring a 12 oz ham with tomatoes and blueberries back downstairs- I wish I could say people were jealous but they didn’t bat an eye. The allure of the almighty bagel buffet was too strong. My brother then won a shot glass at a super hokey raffle, and I finally got a bathing suit that’s not meant for a pre-teen. Also a mother at the pool had to explain to her child “this is what a fit woman looks like” when I walked by because he may or may not have thought I was a super hero. And in order to uphold that marvelous image, and in anticipation of Wednesday’s “The Beach” event in Carson, I tried some endurance work today. 
Run 1 Beach Mile: 12:36- I was hoping for at least an 8:30 pace, so when I finally got to the shore and was moving absolutely nowhere with a lot of effort, it was a bit alarming. Between the mucky sand dragging you down, the balance it takes as choppy surf hits your feet, and of course the entire thing at a pretty big tilt, the run was not exactly cardiovascularly challenging, but took a tole on my calves and patience for sure. 
Swim 30:00- ocean swim for almost half a mile! The current was really choppy and not in the direction I wanted. But since I sported goggles, I got to see lots of fish and a sting ray at one point. 
Of course, now I’m pooped, which is probably best for driving around to find a decent restaurant everyone can eat at anyway. Also sorry for the limited interaction this week- just know I’m making the most out of a beautiful spot, and will be sure to go on a liking spree as soon as the internet is more reliable and the weather a little more Jersey-insufferable. Have a great night!
Had a wonderful Monday afternoon! First I skipped out on the family orientation to run back up to our fridge and bring a 12 oz ham with tomatoes and blueberries back downstairs- I wish I could say people were jealous but they didn’t bat an eye. The allure of the almighty bagel buffet was too strong. My brother then won a shot glass at a super hokey raffle, and I finally got a bathing suit that’s not meant for a pre-teen. Also a mother at the pool had to explain to her child “this is what a fit woman looks like” when I walked by because he may or may not have thought I was a super hero. And in order to uphold that marvelous image, and in anticipation of Wednesday’s “The Beach” event in Carson, I tried some endurance work today. 
Run 1 Beach Mile: 12:36- I was hoping for at least an 8:30 pace, so when I finally got to the shore and was moving absolutely nowhere with a lot of effort, it was a bit alarming. Between the mucky sand dragging you down, the balance it takes as choppy surf hits your feet, and of course the entire thing at a pretty big tilt, the run was not exactly cardiovascularly challenging, but took a tole on my calves and patience for sure. 
Swim 30:00- ocean swim for almost half a mile! The current was really choppy and not in the direction I wanted. But since I sported goggles, I got to see lots of fish and a sting ray at one point. 
Of course, now I’m pooped, which is probably best for driving around to find a decent restaurant everyone can eat at anyway. Also sorry for the limited interaction this week- just know I’m making the most out of a beautiful spot, and will be sure to go on a liking spree as soon as the internet is more reliable and the weather a little more Jersey-insufferable. Have a great night!
Had a wonderful Monday afternoon! First I skipped out on the family orientation to run back up to our fridge and bring a 12 oz ham with tomatoes and blueberries back downstairs- I wish I could say people were jealous but they didn’t bat an eye. The allure of the almighty bagel buffet was too strong. My brother then won a shot glass at a super hokey raffle, and I finally got a bathing suit that’s not meant for a pre-teen. Also a mother at the pool had to explain to her child “this is what a fit woman looks like” when I walked by because he may or may not have thought I was a super hero. And in order to uphold that marvelous image, and in anticipation of Wednesday’s “The Beach” event in Carson, I tried some endurance work today. 
Run 1 Beach Mile: 12:36- I was hoping for at least an 8:30 pace, so when I finally got to the shore and was moving absolutely nowhere with a lot of effort, it was a bit alarming. Between the mucky sand dragging you down, the balance it takes as choppy surf hits your feet, and of course the entire thing at a pretty big tilt, the run was not exactly cardiovascularly challenging, but took a tole on my calves and patience for sure. 
Swim 30:00- ocean swim for almost half a mile! The current was really choppy and not in the direction I wanted. But since I sported goggles, I got to see lots of fish and a sting ray at one point. 
Of course, now I’m pooped, which is probably best for driving around to find a decent restaurant everyone can eat at anyway. Also sorry for the limited interaction this week- just know I’m making the most out of a beautiful spot, and will be sure to go on a liking spree as soon as the internet is more reliable and the weather a little more Jersey-insufferable. Have a great night!

Had a wonderful Monday afternoon! First I skipped out on the family orientation to run back up to our fridge and bring a 12 oz ham with tomatoes and blueberries back downstairs- I wish I could say people were jealous but they didn’t bat an eye. The allure of the almighty bagel buffet was too strong. My brother then won a shot glass at a super hokey raffle, and I finally got a bathing suit that’s not meant for a pre-teen. Also a mother at the pool had to explain to her child “this is what a fit woman looks like” when I walked by because he may or may not have thought I was a super hero. And in order to uphold that marvelous image, and in anticipation of Wednesday’s “The Beach” event in Carson, I tried some endurance work today. 

  • Run 1 Beach Mile: 12:36- I was hoping for at least an 8:30 pace, so when I finally got to the shore and was moving absolutely nowhere with a lot of effort, it was a bit alarming. Between the mucky sand dragging you down, the balance it takes as choppy surf hits your feet, and of course the entire thing at a pretty big tilt, the run was not exactly cardiovascularly challenging, but took a tole on my calves and patience for sure. 
  • Swim 30:00- ocean swim for almost half a mile! The current was really choppy and not in the direction I wanted. But since I sported goggles, I got to see lots of fish and a sting ray at one point. 

Of course, now I’m pooped, which is probably best for driving around to find a decent restaurant everyone can eat at anyway. Also sorry for the limited interaction this week- just know I’m making the most out of a beautiful spot, and will be sure to go on a liking spree as soon as the internet is more reliable and the weather a little more Jersey-insufferable. Have a great night!

sassysquats:

kettlebellsandkittens:

Yay doing these in tonight’s WOD :)

need to try these

sassysquats:

kettlebellsandkittens:

Yay doing these in tonight’s WOD :)

need to try these

"When I get lonely these days, I think: So BE lonely. Learn your way around loneliness. Make a map of it. Sit with it, for once in your life. Welcome to the human experience. But never again use another person’s body or emotions as a scratching post for your own unfulfilled yearnings."
Elizabeth Gilbert, Eat, Pray, Love (via observando)
  1. We made it to West Palm Beach and it is hot hot hot hot.
  2. I’ve had digestive problems all week that went a bit haywire last night. Not that I’m blaming the 12 oz steak I inhaled or anything, but I was a solid 8 on the pain scale shortly after devouring that thing. So I slept it off for a good 16 hours, watched a surfing movie with my brother, and eventually got to make it all better with…
  3. doing 12.1 this afternoon- 7:00 AMRAP of Burpees. I got 98 with a goal of 100. So. Close!
  4. And now we’re off to the beautiful green beach!

The Emotions of CrossFit: 2014 Regionals