Every minute on the minute for 20 minutes:
5 Dumbbell deadlifts
5 Dumbbell hang power cleans
5 Dumbbell thrusters
The rx’d dumbbell weight is 45% bodyweight for men and 30% bodyweight for women (that is
both dumbbells combined).
Post dumbbell weight used, total minutes completed and total rounds completed thereafter.
My weights - 20's, finished all 20 rounds!
Oh, the love/hate relationship with this one continues. I love dumbbell workouts in general. This one forces you to step back and do a gut check. Rather than be creative and come up with a whole new blog, I'm going to reprise my blog from last time this one came around. And without further ado....
Rounds 1-5: I feel like a total bad ass, raring to go, finishing the rounds in about 21-25 seconds. I love this.
Rounds 6-10: Reality sets in that I'm in for a long, grueling
workout, but I'm still somehow finishing about 25 seconds in. Starting
to gasp for air like the fat kid on the playground and wishing for a
longer recovery period. Thrusters are starting to burn like Hell, but
otherwise feeling pretty good.
Rounds 10-12: The mental battle begins. Really, I want to
quit. I want to puke. I don't need CrossFit! This is insane! I am
going to lay these dumbbells down and just leave! Or puke. Or maybe
just lay down on this nice rubber mat for a few minutes, because no way
can I walk out of here on so little oxygen.
Rounds 13-15: Somehow I'm still finishing in under 30 seconds.
But I'm wheezing like an asthmatic kid sneaking a cigar. I'm going to
pass out. I'm not sure how everyone else is still standing - are they
even human? Some of these people don't even look like they're sweating!
They're walking around, talking, getting drinks of water like it's a
damn picnic! I vaguely hear, through the madness in my mind, "only five more rounds". Since I can hear, I must still be alive. And if I'm alive, I have to keep moving!
Rounds 16-20: Nothing is left in me except the sheer will to
finish this bitch of a workout, and thankfully a little bit of muscle
memory from having done these moves so many times. I'm on some sort of
oxygen-deprived, exercise induced high that feels like an out of body
experience and the only coherent thought I can form is "please let this
end". I'm on auto-pilot.
Mercifully, the workout ended, and I made it through all 20 rounds. I
spent a good 3-5 minutes just laid out on the floor gasping for air,
writhing in misery.
After a little recovery time, I felt like a total bad ass all over again.
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