My Saturday sundress, paleo brunch and the new installation on the Arts Quad I passed this morning. So far on my rest day:
I have noted my legs are tight but doing surprisingly rather well. However, my stomach is littered with brown bruises because apparently I get a little enthusiastic and aggressive on the pulls and ended up thwacking the abdominal region a couple hundred times with the erg handle. Ow!
I got a good twenty servings of green tea (free!) at a Japanese restaurant with a french foreign exchange student I met at beef-a-palooza. She’s tiny and adorable and her accent is. the. greatest. But I am seriously jealous her classes also because they have no prelims- only discussions and quizzes on readings- meanwhile I’m prepping for three in a row. Ugh.
Also her dad is a martial artist like mine. What are the odds the people I’ve been clicking with all have dads with identically bizarre hobbies/careers that raise super cool daughters. Anya, Megane, me, what.
I found out I accidentally had my Adipowers delivered to my shipping address, not my dorm address. I am actually quite upset about this. my babies
To top off my chicken brunch, I had so many helpings of garlic/lime/cilantro chicken today at dinner, I needed a salad bowl to toss all the bones. I’ve been thinking a lot about how much it takes to sustain an active lifestyle and it’s sort of crazy to reflect in a way. You have the wherewithal to not only feed yourself to deliver basic bodily functions, but to fuel your workouts and commuting across campus and the thousand stairs you take each day to get to class and all the excess. Plus you make the time in your schedule to maintain what you work for. It’s time, energy, commitment- there’s a lot that goes into it, and I don’t think it should be taken lightly or for granted, ever. 
I don’t know. My life on rest days is studying/study groups/planning on how to study better. Weekends transform me into a non-volunteering, partially non-active think tank. I didn’t have time to roll out, so I’ll probably do that before bed. But yay. Saturday.
My Saturday sundress, paleo brunch and the new installation on the Arts Quad I passed this morning. So far on my rest day:
I have noted my legs are tight but doing surprisingly rather well. However, my stomach is littered with brown bruises because apparently I get a little enthusiastic and aggressive on the pulls and ended up thwacking the abdominal region a couple hundred times with the erg handle. Ow!
I got a good twenty servings of green tea (free!) at a Japanese restaurant with a french foreign exchange student I met at beef-a-palooza. She’s tiny and adorable and her accent is. the. greatest. But I am seriously jealous her classes also because they have no prelims- only discussions and quizzes on readings- meanwhile I’m prepping for three in a row. Ugh.
Also her dad is a martial artist like mine. What are the odds the people I’ve been clicking with all have dads with identically bizarre hobbies/careers that raise super cool daughters. Anya, Megane, me, what.
I found out I accidentally had my Adipowers delivered to my shipping address, not my dorm address. I am actually quite upset about this. my babies
To top off my chicken brunch, I had so many helpings of garlic/lime/cilantro chicken today at dinner, I needed a salad bowl to toss all the bones. I’ve been thinking a lot about how much it takes to sustain an active lifestyle and it’s sort of crazy to reflect in a way. You have the wherewithal to not only feed yourself to deliver basic bodily functions, but to fuel your workouts and commuting across campus and the thousand stairs you take each day to get to class and all the excess. Plus you make the time in your schedule to maintain what you work for. It’s time, energy, commitment- there’s a lot that goes into it, and I don’t think it should be taken lightly or for granted, ever. 
I don’t know. My life on rest days is studying/study groups/planning on how to study better. Weekends transform me into a non-volunteering, partially non-active think tank. I didn’t have time to roll out, so I’ll probably do that before bed. But yay. Saturday.
My Saturday sundress, paleo brunch and the new installation on the Arts Quad I passed this morning. So far on my rest day:
I have noted my legs are tight but doing surprisingly rather well. However, my stomach is littered with brown bruises because apparently I get a little enthusiastic and aggressive on the pulls and ended up thwacking the abdominal region a couple hundred times with the erg handle. Ow!
I got a good twenty servings of green tea (free!) at a Japanese restaurant with a french foreign exchange student I met at beef-a-palooza. She’s tiny and adorable and her accent is. the. greatest. But I am seriously jealous her classes also because they have no prelims- only discussions and quizzes on readings- meanwhile I’m prepping for three in a row. Ugh.
Also her dad is a martial artist like mine. What are the odds the people I’ve been clicking with all have dads with identically bizarre hobbies/careers that raise super cool daughters. Anya, Megane, me, what.
I found out I accidentally had my Adipowers delivered to my shipping address, not my dorm address. I am actually quite upset about this. my babies
To top off my chicken brunch, I had so many helpings of garlic/lime/cilantro chicken today at dinner, I needed a salad bowl to toss all the bones. I’ve been thinking a lot about how much it takes to sustain an active lifestyle and it’s sort of crazy to reflect in a way. You have the wherewithal to not only feed yourself to deliver basic bodily functions, but to fuel your workouts and commuting across campus and the thousand stairs you take each day to get to class and all the excess. Plus you make the time in your schedule to maintain what you work for. It’s time, energy, commitment- there’s a lot that goes into it, and I don’t think it should be taken lightly or for granted, ever. 
I don’t know. My life on rest days is studying/study groups/planning on how to study better. Weekends transform me into a non-volunteering, partially non-active think tank. I didn’t have time to roll out, so I’ll probably do that before bed. But yay. Saturday.

My Saturday sundress, paleo brunch and the new installation on the Arts Quad I passed this morning. So far on my rest day:

  • I have noted my legs are tight but doing surprisingly rather well. However, my stomach is littered with brown bruises because apparently I get a little enthusiastic and aggressive on the pulls and ended up thwacking the abdominal region a couple hundred times with the erg handle. Ow!
  • I got a good twenty servings of green tea (free!) at a Japanese restaurant with a french foreign exchange student I met at beef-a-palooza. She’s tiny and adorable and her accent is. the. greatest. But I am seriously jealous her classes also because they have no prelims- only discussions and quizzes on readings- meanwhile I’m prepping for three in a row. Ugh.
  • Also her dad is a martial artist like mine. What are the odds the people I’ve been clicking with all have dads with identically bizarre hobbies/careers that raise super cool daughters. Anya, Megane, me, what.
  • I found out I accidentally had my Adipowers delivered to my shipping address, not my dorm address. I am actually quite upset about this. my babies
  • To top off my chicken brunch, I had so many helpings of garlic/lime/cilantro chicken today at dinner, I needed a salad bowl to toss all the bones. I’ve been thinking a lot about how much it takes to sustain an active lifestyle and it’s sort of crazy to reflect in a way. You have the wherewithal to not only feed yourself to deliver basic bodily functions, but to fuel your workouts and commuting across campus and the thousand stairs you take each day to get to class and all the excess. Plus you make the time in your schedule to maintain what you work for. It’s time, energy, commitment- there’s a lot that goes into it, and I don’t think it should be taken lightly or for granted, ever. 
  • I don’t know. My life on rest days is studying/study groups/planning on how to study better. Weekends transform me into a non-volunteering, partially non-active think tank. I didn’t have time to roll out, so I’ll probably do that before bed. But yay. Saturday.
"Don’t ever feel bad for making a decision that upsets other people. You are not responsible for their happiness. You are responsible for your happiness."
Isaiah Henkel (via weareallgettingby)

Endurance (1:38:35)

  • Half Marathon Row (21,097 m)

Left with a fond remembrance of not being able to row a 2k without coughing up a lung only a few years back, I now have over 10 times that officially in the books. (In one sitting, to boot!) Some of my box friends from home were doing a half marathon this weekend, and they were sad they didn’t have the chance to even try to recruit me to run with them because of the distance from NJ to upstate NY. So I thought I’d do a complementary “half” in their honor. 

Thoughts that went through my head during the hour and a half plus row:

  1. At least they positioned the erg right behind the cardio bunnies- watching freshman weightlifting for this long would be too painful.
  2. Chafing. There is chafing e-very-where. And blisters. And rips. I thought my hands were supposed to look like this post pull-ups only??
  3. A panicky ‘shoot I have orgo after this…’ and a resilient, sly, ever-convincing ‘would you rather be running?’
  4. I’m going to beat Camille Leblanc-Bazineet. Holy smokes, I am going to one-up the fittest women in the world in something!
  5. My iPhone is going to positively drown if it doesn’t fall past my sports bra into my shorts first. (It did that too.)
  6. Does this mean I get a cute bumper sticker afterwards? Am I part of the lsd club?
  7. Good God, I have never been so happy to see a 5k left in my life. 

And so on. I actually did enjoy the second half of the row because I was able to listen to so, so, so much music (new Sick Puppies album, Thirty Seconds to Mars, the good old top 40), and I figured out a good mental way of pacing for me- counting one number per stroke in the pattern 10x10, 9x9, 8x8… When I finished doing a descending and ascending ladder, there would be 1,000 m gone. Much better than watching the 500 m split on repeat and worrying about not meeting the sub-2:30 standard I set for myself.

I’ve had practically five servings of steel cut oats, took my time on the stairs and cross-campus treks, and after my nutrition TA meetings, will be headed off to Beef-a-palooza events including a learning how to lasso, and a grilling competition. Happy this one’s done and over- happy Friday!

Inspired by unofficiallycrossfitbanks and the fabulous Julie Foucher. In the beginning I wasn’t able to do any ladies workouts rX, and don’t remember my times to begin with, so all I have is strength data and mile times (9:03 to 6:59.) Three years of 1RM Progress (not really doing much in late 2012/early 2013) and predictions/goals coming into 2015.

But yeah, fitness people. CrossFit kills all your gains. 

A message from frumpyquibble
Wow, you are just so kickass! Some would say too kickass! Not me though. :D But you should know you're inadvertently making me set too high standards for what I'm looking for in a gf! Have a nice day :)

Haha, thank you so much! And really, there’s never enough kickass. The limit does not exist. :)

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The video’s out of order but that’s kind of what I did today! 

Olympic Lifting Technique

  • 5x5 Drop Snatches (45, 45, 50, 50, 55 lb)

12:00 AMRAP (5 rounds + 8 FS)

  • 7 Handstand Push-Ups
  • 14 Front Squats (2x32.5 lb DB)
  • 21 Double Unders

10 rounds HSPU Complex (~24:00) 

  • 1 Free-standing HSPU
  • 2 Deficit HSPU (2 10 lb plates)
  • 3 Kipping HSPU

Sent Lou some drop snatch videos- I was kind of blown away at how difficult they are. My shoulder stability at the bottom position is not great- it’s definitely something to work on though, so I’m optimistic. The AMRAP was surprisingly a lot of fun especially since I didn’t get kicked out for double-unders, yay! My biceps were the most sore from holding the front rack position with the two dumbbells- I ended up hang cleaning the weights up and then doing sets of 10 and 4 or 9 and 5.
Went to lectures and a problem solving session for orgo, then came back to Teagle. Messed around with free-standing handstand push-ups (thanks Sam for the inspiration!), was able to link 2, get down to the third, but then lost my balance. And I also did the lovely time-vacuum of a complex- thoroughly enjoyed.

Have a wonderful Thursday evening!

buttsandbarbells:

I’m surrounded by people who just wanna get blackout drunk for fun. Like nah man. Let’s go camping or take a road trip or do some stuff we haven’t done before. I wanna live.

A message from Anonymous
Opinions on CrossFit?
A reply from captainjaymerica

If puppies did it, it’d be my favorite activity in the history of the world.

Same.

A message from Anonymous
what kind of stuff outisde school do you do?

You mean like extracurriculars?
CrossFit Club. Barbell Club. Writing a book. I’m an e-board member for an on-campus pre-health organization called PATCH. I run the community service program Loaves and Fishes, which means going down to the soup kitchen five hours a week, taking blood pressures and giving health/nutrition advice- also teaching people how to work a sphyg. I teach a native Colombian English twice a week. I’m a G-body member of Mountains for Moms which fundraises money to summit Kilimanjaro and give hundreds of women obstetric fistula surgeries/year. And I’m going to start volunteering at a free clinic on weekends soon. 
Really I just work out and volunteer a lot. :)

"…your presence and leadership is missed in class!"
A letter from my oly coach.
Obligatory pre-WOD/pre-6am photo. It was an early one, but post-cops experience, I was trying to blow it off and smile. Lots of turn arounds today, starting with the weather, from doom and gloom to sunny and bright, and loads of soreness to mere remnants, thank goodness. My hips were fried, low back tight when I woke up though, so I ditched the heavy overhead squat AMRAP I was going to do in exchange for a more explosive, cardiovascularly taxing EMOM. (Feeling much better now!) And I topped it off after all my Tuesday labs/Loaves/nutrition section/other meetings ended with some core work. 
Strength
5x3 Overhead Squat (85, 95, 105, 110, 115 lb)
Did these on a squat rack and didn’t want to drop the bar, so I took zero risks. Once I was used to the “heavier” weight (passed 100), it was all about speed and shoulder stability on the way up.
10:00 EMOM
5 Squat Box Jumps to a 24” Target 
3 Overhead Squats (75 lb)
Midline Stabilization
Plank Hold: 3:26
Tabata Sit-Ups= 13
Plank Hold: 1:30
Tabata Sit-Ups= 12
That about sums up my third on day! Hope the week is going well for everyone. Please remember: one, to be kind to one another, and two, just how awesome you are.
Obligatory pre-WOD/pre-6am photo. It was an early one, but post-cops experience, I was trying to blow it off and smile. Lots of turn arounds today, starting with the weather, from doom and gloom to sunny and bright, and loads of soreness to mere remnants, thank goodness. My hips were fried, low back tight when I woke up though, so I ditched the heavy overhead squat AMRAP I was going to do in exchange for a more explosive, cardiovascularly taxing EMOM. (Feeling much better now!) And I topped it off after all my Tuesday labs/Loaves/nutrition section/other meetings ended with some core work. 
Strength
5x3 Overhead Squat (85, 95, 105, 110, 115 lb)
Did these on a squat rack and didn’t want to drop the bar, so I took zero risks. Once I was used to the “heavier” weight (passed 100), it was all about speed and shoulder stability on the way up.
10:00 EMOM
5 Squat Box Jumps to a 24” Target 
3 Overhead Squats (75 lb)
Midline Stabilization
Plank Hold: 3:26
Tabata Sit-Ups= 13
Plank Hold: 1:30
Tabata Sit-Ups= 12
That about sums up my third on day! Hope the week is going well for everyone. Please remember: one, to be kind to one another, and two, just how awesome you are.

Obligatory pre-WOD/pre-6am photo. It was an early one, but post-cops experience, I was trying to blow it off and smile. Lots of turn arounds today, starting with the weather, from doom and gloom to sunny and bright, and loads of soreness to mere remnants, thank goodness. My hips were fried, low back tight when I woke up though, so I ditched the heavy overhead squat AMRAP I was going to do in exchange for a more explosive, cardiovascularly taxing EMOM. (Feeling much better now!) And I topped it off after all my Tuesday labs/Loaves/nutrition section/other meetings ended with some core work. 

Strength

  • 5x3 Overhead Squat (85, 95, 105, 110, 115 lb)
  • Did these on a squat rack and didn’t want to drop the bar, so I took zero risks. Once I was used to the “heavier” weight (passed 100), it was all about speed and shoulder stability on the way up.

10:00 EMOM

  • 5 Squat Box Jumps to a 24” Target 
  • 3 Overhead Squats (75 lb)

Midline Stabilization

  • Plank Hold: 3:26
  • Tabata Sit-Ups= 13
  • Plank Hold: 1:30
  • Tabata Sit-Ups= 12

That about sums up my third on day! Hope the week is going well for everyone. Please remember: one, to be kind to one another, and two, just how awesome you are.

"I think it’s very healthy to spend time alone. You need to know how to be alone and not be defined by another person."
Oscar Wilde  (via cierrafrances)
A message from Anonymous
Urgh. You're just a troll. Cross fit fatso that can't do most of the exercises " because I've had surgery" no just because your a nasty fat lazy fuck that can't even say their hair matches their pubes.
A reply from namastebandar

Um, yeah. There’s no point in even trying to respond to this.
I’ll just leave this here.

Do you know who this bad ass woman is? No? Her name is Ingrid Kantola. Just like namastebandar, she too has a blog and has been through absolute hell on her way to becoming a wonderful, successful athlete. Ingrid had open heart surgery four years ago, and after recovery, worked her way back up to qualify for the South Central Regionals. She finished fifth in 2012 and 2013, and today she is competing with the top-seeded DC Brawlers in the NPGL, as one of Cotler’s best utility players. 

Besides the barbaric nature of your comment- you couldn’t be more wrong about who namastebandar is, there’s no one who gives it her all more than her- you clearly don’t understand the effort and time it is going to take for proper healing to occur. Do yourself a favor and google some images. Take a peek at the sick Iron-Man-worthy scars patients have. If someone did that to your chest- cracked open your sternum and stapled everything back shut- do you think you’re going to wake up from anesthesia and be hopping to do some burpees?

The road is going to be full of challenges, it is going to be arduous and painful, and little ass trolls like you are certainly not needed or welcome on the way. Namastebandar is going to make a full recovery and surpass the level of fitness she attained pre-op. Guarantee.