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.
Showing posts with label Dumbbell Hell. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Dumbbell Hell. Show all posts
Tuesday, June 3, 2014
Wednesday, June 26, 2013
Dumbbell Hell
Oh, how I love and hate this workout.
This morning when I woke up, I had slept with my arms in such a position that both my hands had gone numb and turning off the alarm clock was a major effort. I could barely pick up my phone to check the WOD. When I saw it, I muttered something along the lines of "My damn hands don't even work, how can I do this workout?" Ha ha! Getting older and crazier by the minute, I tell ya!
Well, my hands woke up and I made it to the gym for one of my favorite love/hate workouts:
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 DB weight: 20# ea, completed 20 rounds
Rounds 1-5: I feel like a total bad ass, raring to go, finishing the rounds in about 23-25 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.
This morning when I woke up, I had slept with my arms in such a position that both my hands had gone numb and turning off the alarm clock was a major effort. I could barely pick up my phone to check the WOD. When I saw it, I muttered something along the lines of "My damn hands don't even work, how can I do this workout?" Ha ha! Getting older and crazier by the minute, I tell ya!
Well, my hands woke up and I made it to the gym for one of my favorite love/hate workouts:
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 DB weight: 20# ea, completed 20 rounds
Rounds 1-5: I feel like a total bad ass, raring to go, finishing the rounds in about 23-25 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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