Saturday, January 30, 2010
Friday, January 29, 2010
We had a great turn out for the Paleo lecture. Thanks to everyone who showed up.
Daily Nutrition Links:
The Definitive Guide to Dairy - From Mark Sisson, Author of The Primal Blueprint
Calories in the USA(via AnaerobicInc) - Interactive charting of consumption between 1970 and 2007
Thursday, January 28, 2010
-Paul Siegel
Thanks to everyone who came out the lecture last night. I enjoyed it, and I hope you did as well. For those who couldn't make it, we were unable to videotape as the camera didn't work but you can see the slides by going here: http://docs.google.com/present/edit?id=0AVhbYzUU-UW8ZGdocmtndDZfMzVoazI4c3djaw&hl=en If you click the mouth in the bottom right corner, it will open the speaker notes which I will go back and update with more details in the coming week. So there are probably about a thousand things I forgot to hit upon in the lecture, so I will be doing some guest blog posts in the coming weeks on nutrition, and providing lots of links to data and such that people have asked for. Also, I invite you to tell us what you have been eating, or have any ideas when it comes to Keys to Success and Common Pitfalls in the comments. My first is: Plan ahead. Take the time at the beginning of the week to figure out what you will be eating all week, and possibly cook a bunch of food to have around the house. Grilling a couple pounds of chicken breast on Sundays, and boiling maybe a half dozen eggs really helped me stay on course.
- J
Wednesday, January 27, 2010
Tuesday, January 26, 2010
Ryan and Roger racing on the rowers.
Monday, January 25, 2010
Amy turning downhill on the 800m. Excellent work!
Saturday, January 23, 2010
400 lbs. deadlift 3 women. Will it go?
Sunday class at 11:00
Friday, January 22, 2010
Amber notched a 3:00 pr on her re-Cherry last night! 11:28 to 8:28.
Thursday, January 21, 2010
Yay Burpees!
Avoid the use of stimulants such as caffeine at least 2 hours before your tests.
Men should wear single-layer compression shorts (without padding) or Form-fitting Speedo© or Lycra© / spandex-type swimsuit.
Wednesday, January 20, 2010
Mike on deadlifts and Paul on inquisitive look. Nice job both of you guys.
Tuesday, January 19, 2010
Monday, January 18, 2010
Who is getting yelled at in this picture for bad form?
January 23 Gut Check Challenge Info Meeting at 11 a.m.- 12 p.m.
January 27th 7 p.m. Paleo Lecture and Q&A
January 30th Bodpod testing
February 1st Performance test starts run through February 5th
March 13th 2nd Bodpod test/ Body Fat challenge ends.
March 15th through 19th Final Performance testing
Saturday, January 16, 2010
With a continuously running clock, squat for 60 seconds. Subtract the number of
squats completed from 60, and do that many pull-ups in
minute two. In minute three, squat again, subtracting the number
completed from 60. Do that number of push-ups in minute four. Minute
five is squatting again, and minute six pull-ups.
The pattern is squats, pull-ups, squats, push-ups, squats, pull-ups, etc.
The goal is to stay within the workout's formula for as long as possible.
Don't do more than 60 squats in any round.
In any case, stay moving for 12 minutes.
Dates to Save for the Gut Check Challenge:
January 23 Gut Check Challenge Info Meeting at 11 a.m.- 12 p.m.
January 27th Paleo Lecture and Q&A
January 30th Bodpod testing
February 1st Performance test starts run through February 5th
March 13th 2nd Bodpod test/ Body Fat challenge ends.
March 15th through 19th Final Performance testing
Sunday class is canceled.
Friday, January 15, 2010
Chace improving his work capacity across "board" time and modal demains.
I believe that the definition of definition is reinvention. To not be like your parents. To not be like your friends. To be yourself.
Completely.
When I was young I had no sense of myself. All I was, was a product of all the fear and humiliation I suffered. Fear of my parents. The humiliation of teachers calling me "garbage can" and telling me I'd be mowing lawns for a living. And the very real terror of my fellow students. I was threatened and beaten up for the color of my skin and my size. I was skinny and clumsy, and when others would tease me I didn't run home crying, wondering why. I knew all too well. I was there to be antagonized. In sports I was laughed at. A spaz. I was pretty good at boxing but only because the rage that filled my every waking moment made me wild and unpredictable. I fought with some strange fury. The other boys thought I was crazy.
I hated myself all the time. As stupid at it seems now, I wanted to talk like them, dress like them, carry myself with the ease of knowing that I wasn't going to get pounded in the hallway between classes. Years passed and I learned to keep it all inside. I only talked to a few boys in my grade. Other losers. Some of them are to this day the greatest people I have ever known. Hang out with a guy who has had his head flushed down a toilet a few times, treat him with respect, and you'll find a faithful friend forever. But even with friends, school sucked. Teachers gave me hard time. I didn't think much of them either.
Then came Mr. Pepperman, my advisor. He was a powerfully built Vietnam veteran, and he was scary. No one ever talked out of turn in his class. Once one kid did and Mr. P. lifted him off the ground and pinned him to the blackboard. Mr. P. could see that I was in bad shape, and one Friday in October he asked me if I had ever worked out with weights. I told him no. He told me that I was going to take some of the money that I had saved and buy a hundred-pound set of weights at Sears. As I left his office, I started to think of things I would say to him on Monday when he asked about the weights that I was not going to buy. Still, it made me feel special. My father never really got that close to caring. On Saturday I bought the weights, but I couldn't even drag them to my mom's car. An attendant laughed at me as he put them on a dolly.
Monday came and I was called into Mr. P.'s office after school. He said that he was going to show me how to work out. He was going to put me on a program and start hitting me in the solar plexus in the hallway when I wasn't looking. When I could take the punch we would know that we were getting somewhere. At no time was I to look at myself in the mirror or tell anyone at school what I was doing. In the gym he showed me ten basic exercises. I paid more attention than I ever did in any of my classes. I didn't want to blow it. I went home that night and started right in.
Weeks passed, and every once in a while Mr. P. would give me a shot and drop me in the hallway, sending my books flying. The other students didn't know what to think. More weeks passed, and I was steadily adding new weights to the bar. I could sense the power inside my body growing. I could feel it.
Right before Christmas break I was walking to class, and from out of nowhere Mr. Pepperman appeared and gave me a shot in the chest. I laughed and kept going. He said I could look at myself now. I got home and ran to the bathroom and pulled off my shirt. I saw a body, not just the shell that housed my stomach and my heart. My biceps bulged. My chest had definition. I felt strong. It was the first time I can remember having a sense of myself. I had done something and no one could ever take it away. You couldn't say shit to me.
It took me years to fully appreciate the value of the lessons I have learned from the Iron. I used to think that it was my adversary, that I was trying to lift that which does not want to be lifted. I was wrong. When the Iron doesn't want to come off the mat, it's the kindest thing it can do for you. If it flew up and went through the ceiling, it wouldn't teach you anything. That's the way the Iron talks to you. It tells you that the material you work with is that which you will come to resemble. That which you work against will always work against you.
It wasn't until my late twenties that I learned that by working out I had given myself a great gift. I learned that nothing good comes without work and a certain amount of pain. When I finish a set that leaves me shaking, I know more about myself. When something gets bad, I know it can't be as bad as that workout.
I used to fight the pain, but recently this became clear to me: pain is not my enemy; it is my call to greatness. But when dealing with the Iron, one must be careful to interpret the pain correctly. Most injuries involving the Iron come from ego. I once spent a few weeks lifting weight that my body wasn't ready for and spent a few months not picking up anything heavier than a fork. Try to lift what you're not prepared to and the Iron will teach you a little lesson in restraint and self-control.
I have never met a truly strong person who didn't have self-respect. I think a lot of inwardly and outwardly directed contempt passes itself off as self-respect: the idea of raising yourself by stepping on someone's shoulders instead of doing it yourself. When I see guys working out for cosmetic reasons, I see vanity exposing them in the worst way, as cartoon characters, billboards for imbalance and insecurity. Strength reveals itself through character. It is the difference between bouncers who get off strong-arming people and Mr. Pepperman.
Muscle mass does not always equal strength. Strength is kindness and sensitivity. Strength is understanding that your power is both physical and emotional. That it comes from the body and the mind. And the heart.
Yukio Mishima said that he could not entertain the idea of romance if he was not strong. Romance is such a strong and overwhelming passion, a weakened body cannot sustain it for long. I have some of my most romantic thoughts when I am with the Iron. Once I was in love with a woman. I thought about her the most when the pain from a workout was racing through my body.
Everything in me wanted her. So much so that sex was only a fraction of my total desire. It was the single most intense love I have ever felt, but she lived far away and I didn't see her very often. Working out was a healthy way of dealing with the loneliness. To this day, when I work out I usually listen to ballads.
I prefer to work out alone. It enables me to concentrate on the lessons that the Iron has for me. Learning about what you're made of is always time well spent, and I have found no better teacher. The Iron had taught me how to live. Life is capable of driving you out of your mind. The way it all comes down these days, it's some kind of miracle if you're not insane. People have become separated from their bodies. They are no longer whole.
I see them move from their offices to their cars and on to their suburban homes. They stress out constantly, they lose sleep, they eat badly. And they behave badly. Their egos run wild; they become motivated by that which will eventually give them a massive stroke. They need the Iron Mind.
Through the years, I have combined meditation, action, and the Iron into a single strength. I believe that when the body is strong, the mind thinks strong thoughts. Time spent away from the Iron makes my mind degenerate. I wallow in a thick depression. My body shuts down my mind.
The Iron is the best antidepressant I have ever found. There is no better way to fight weakness than with strength. Once the mind and body have been awakened to their true potential, it's impossible to turn back.
The Iron never lies to you. You can walk outside and listen to all kinds of talk, get told that you're a god or a total bastard. The Iron will always kick you the real deal. The Iron is the great reference point, the all-knowing perspective giver. Always there like a beacon in the pitch black. I have found the Iron to be my greatest friend. It never freaks out on me, never runs. Friends may come and go. But two hundred pounds is always two hundred pounds.
-Paul Siegel
Thursday, January 14, 2010
Noah on today's soiree
Walk on hands, 100 feet
Hold handstand against wall for two minutes
15 Handstand push-ups
Post total time to comments MINUS the six minutes of static handstands.
This WOD on paper looks like a 2% WOD, as in 2% of the population can do it. But remember Crossfit is infinitely scalable, there will always be a level everyone can do. Be brave and be ready to be upside down.
Here is an excellent introduction to Paleo. If you've got general questions about Paleo checkhere to see if it answers any questions. If you've already moved towards a Paleo diet and are looking for some idea for meals here is an excellent resource. Here is a shopping list to support the Paleo diet. If you never strayed from fast food and pizza, print it out and bring it to the supermarket with you. Thanks to Chad for pointing these out!
Around Passover Jews around the world must cleanse their house of what is called chametz. Technical speaking chametz is one of Five grains or one of these five grains that has been combined with water and let stand for more than 18 minutes. But the minutiae of Halakha are neither here nor there, the important part is that they have removed all grains from the house. Once we begin our Paleo challenge you would be well advised to do much the same thing, either eat or remove anything with grains in it, or do as the Jews do and burn it. Out of sight out of mind, and out of temptation. Perhaps a complete purge is more than you bargained for or your significant other/children/roommates will allow, than a quarantine of everything forbidden on Paleo will make it easier to identify and avoid. This is just one of the little tricks that will make the transition to Paleo easier.
N.B. Thursday Night Dinner will be at the Tacomac in the Prado just across I-285 on Roswell road Join us around 7 p.m. there for some good food and good times. Sorry for the late announcement.
Wednesday, January 13, 2010
New On-Ramper, Adam.
Tuesday, January 12, 2010
Carol rockin' her own Sandy Springs CrossFit apparel.
100m Standing Broad Jump
Monday, January 11, 2010
Isa on thrusters.
Saturday, January 9, 2010
Friday, January 8, 2010
Chad on the back end of the same workout. Great job everyone.
Thursday, January 7, 2010
Chad crushing through the last peice of "Chubby Ribeye"
Tuesday, January 5, 2010
Coach J, muscle up badass