Month: January 2015

​Goin’ Advanced…’ish #crossfit

Class WOD was:

2 Rounds: 800m run; 35 squat snatch (135)

but I’m not supposed to run or squat with a load – yet.

Advanced class was:

  • 10 minute AMRAP
    • 10 pull-ups
    • 10 toes-to-bar
    • 10cal row or assault bike
  • 3min rest
  • 10 minute AMRAP
    • 3 bar muscle up
    • 10 GHD situp
    • 15 burpee
  • 3min rest
  • row 2,500m
  • 15 muscleup

No brainer. Can’t do the normal WOD then switched to the advanced class. Had to scale the muscle ups but could to the rest. Have to say – my pull-ups were perfection. So darn smooth with the butterfly.

Toes-to-bar sucked. Whatever. Subbed parallel ring rows for the muscle ups. Complaint – set up a GHD to my size (tallest), and somebody changed it before the WOD. Listen up you 5’8″ jackholes! Share a freakin’ GHD!!! /rant

Row was totally mellow. Just held a steady, slow, pace and ground it out. 2,500 pretty easy.

OK, that’s done. Damn I feel better.

Finding time. Making time. Doing time…. #crossfit #workout

Last Fall I took a job that I knew would require major time commitment. It’s not just the hours in the office (arrive by 6:30am – depart 11-12+ hours later). It is also the travel. More importantly, it’s that the mental process never stops. On my drive home I’m thinking about strategy, about the next three meetings, about pushing the salesforce to get shit done.

My wife and I talked long and hard about what it will really take to be successful. We have been here before. Startups are factories of insanity. They are also fun, unfettered, and allow for a level of freedom that is both scary and inspiring. The first few months were normal insanity, but in the last few weeks the dial got cranked to 11. Add in a major crisis on the home front and it’s been a rocket blast of crazy.

I am not exactly the most stable of people. My nature is to go way off the deep end and embroil myself in stress. One of the things that has always helped center my soul is exercise. 3 hour runs that drained my psyche of all negative emotions were critical to my well being. Getting into that pain cave where the only possible thoughts were those that related to keeping my body moving forward was cathartic and necessary.

I simply do not have time to set aside 2-4 hours per day. That’s where CrossFit has helped. Even an 8-minute metcon is enough to focus my brain. It’s a precious timeframe when I can set aside all other thoughts and focus only on a straightforward task – pick up a loaded bar or knock out 1 more pull-up. There is no multi-tasking in CrossFit. I won’t get interrupted to look at someone else’s pricing analysis. Either the bar is overhead and locked out or it’s not.

My workout log for the last week is blank. My caffeine intake over the last few weeks borders on extremely unhealthy. My diet has fallen to a new low.

It’s funny how little time it takes to allow the wheels to fall off. Clearly I need to figure out a solution. If my evening workouts maybe won’t be happening I need to shift my morning back by 1/2 an hour and get to the box early.

My life depends on it.

No, that is not an exaggeration.

My neck hurts like hell. Thanks Mom!

Seriously folks. My neck really hurts.

I didn’t sleep wrong or hurt it doing some weird kind of head-bob dance move. I don’t dance.

Nope. I hurt it looking up. Granted, I was looking up for several hours. I was not at an air show. I was at a climbing gym.

We have been trying to find something physical that will spark some passion for my oldest daughter. It hasn’t been easy. Soccer, gymnastics, dance, tennis, soccer again…. we tried just about everything that is open to a suburban middle-class family. I mean we tried everything!

Then she asked to have her birthday at a climbing gym. Or maybe my wife suggested it, and my daughter agreed. The spark was immediate. Her friends had fun, but she took it personally. Each route was a challenge.

For Christmas I “gave” her 5 trips to the climbing gym. We would have gone anyway, but making it a gift put a little bit of a shine on it. It also allowed us to buy one less gift.

Since she only weighs 50 pounds she can’t belay my 195# frame, so all of our time at the climbing gym is dedicated to her doing the climbing. I don’t mean an hour or two. I mean 4-5 solid hours of me holding the rope and looking up. It’s hell on my neck, and she refuses to come down until she is 50′ up at the end of the route.

I wish I could count the hours that my mother spent, freezing in the ocean driven fog and mist, in the stands of the Little League field where I played for years and years or the hours spent making sure dinner was ready before driving me to practice at one of many fields. I will never be able to count the hours she invested in my life.

Thanks Mom. Thank you very much.

Daughter told me she “wants to win the Games”

I was incredibly stoked

Then I realized she means

The Hunger Games.

Didn’t try to explain to her that winning the hunger games would require murdering your friends. Kids gotta have goals, right?

Can sexual assault be stopped? No. No it can't be stopped

Wife gets Stanford’s alumni magazine. She’s an alum, M. Ed. (because she was OK with attending a Junior University…. you can guess where I went).

Cover story this month asks if sexual assault can be “stopped.”

As much as I abhor any sexual assault crime I wonder if we are asking the right question. No offense intended, but in any population group there will always be people who, quite frankly, suck. They seek to intimidate, attack, use, destroy other people. As long as there are people there will be crime’s against people.

I’d like to see sexual assault be eradicated completely, but I don’t believe in humanity’s goodness enough to think that’s reasonable. I do, however, think it’s possible that there are other goals that, while somewhat lofty, could be reasonable. How about, “Can all sexual assaults be reported?” Hey, solid stats about how many assaults take place along with solid stats about where and when? That would be some great stuff to know. Sure “all” is too much, but “reported” beats “stopped” in terms of achievable goals? Doesn’t it?

Or maybe it’s “Can we create a society where women feel safe?” That would be a great start. Sure, women feel safe in some locations, but imagine if women felt safe just about anywhere. Wow, wouldn’t that be incredible? I’m a pretty unassuming, grey haired dude, but when it’s late at night and I’m behind a woman on a sidewalk I can see when they reach for the comfort of their pepper spray. Just in case. I get it. They don’t know who the heck I am. Usually I will fall back quite a distance or say, “Excuse me” and walk faster, but the important bit is that dark and alone = unsafe. Imagine if that changed for the better.

Sure, headlines drive interest. I just think that a goal of eradicating a crime that has existed since… well, since humanity, is …. just not realistic.

I have two daughters. I’d love for them to grow up in a peaceful, safe world. I don’t think that will happen, but I do think that shaming people who are attack.

Deviating from my normal CrossFit stuff and ranting a bit because I believe that things can be better. Things need to be better. My $0.02 – the best way to get better is to set achievable goals and then exceed them.

TFW – You realize that all of your workout goals

have been determined in a vacuum that was devoid of a couple of critical
influencers:

– that I have a family

– that I work at a startup

Everyone has stress. Everyone has to deal with a lack of abundant
resources. But until you’ve worked at a tech startup.

*Holy, being duct taped to a rocket ship, Batman!…..*

Soooooo maybe it’s not just the annoying surgery recovery thing that will
be the limiting factor in 2015. Not giving up. Hell no. Just thinking about
“how” to seriously get back on this horse and be in competitive shape come
2016.

If you can pronounce the name of every ingredient in the food you are eating

1) you probably made it yourself

and

2) it’s probably better for you than the pre-made alternative

Homemade granola – not #paleo

I have a huge weakness for breakfast cereal. I can eat bowl after bowl of Rice Krispies. Grape Nuts – by the box. They may be slightly better than Count Chocula, but they still suck. Sure I probably should eliminate oats and such from my diet, but I like ‘em. They also work well for me in the morning, so I make my own cereal. The funny bit? It’s cheap as hell to make especially when you compare it to the ridiculous prices they charge for

There’s a really funny bit at the end that’s totally good-food related

preheat oven to 310 or 315
6 cups oatmeal
1 cup slivered almonds
1 cup raw sunflower seeds
1 cup shredded coconut (unsweetened if you can find it)
2 tablespoons sesame seeds
mix that stuff up in a bowl

put about 4 tablespoons of oil in a saucepan over medium-low heat. I use coconut oil. It’s delicious. Add 3/4 cup of honey. Stir until it all heats up and blends. Pour that over the oats and stuff and stir. Spread the mix equally in baking sheets. ( I used nonstick spray because I’m lazy).

Bake for 15 minutes.
Stir.
Bake for 15 more minutes (that’s 30 minutes total)
let cool for 30 minutes
add 4 cups of raisins.

Done.

Here’s the interesting part. When I binge on regular cereal I freakin’ binge. Seriously – 3 or 4 huge bowls. Quite frankly it’s disgusting. I’m pretty sure it’s because the fat and sugar contents have been chemically optimized to fake my stomach out which enables us to consume mass quantities.

Even though I love the taste (hell, even the texture) of my granola, I can’t binge on this stuff. If I eat a bowl and wait a minute I’m too full to even contemplate another bowl.

Score 1 for real food.

Homemade granola – not #paleo was originally published on Getting to Rx

TFW – You realize that all of your workout goals…. #crossfit #goals

…have been determined in a vacuum that was devoid of a couple of critical influencers:

 – that I have a family
 – that I work at a startup
Everyone has stress. Everyone has to deal with a lack of abundant resources. But until you’ve worked at a tech startup.
Holy, being duct taped to a rocket ship, Batman!…..
 
Soooooo maybe it’s not just the annoying surgery recovery thing that will be the limiting factor in 2015. Not giving up. Hell no. Just thinking about “how” to seriously get back on this horse and be in competitive shape come 2016.

Homemade granola – not #paleo

I have a huge weakness for breakfast cereal. I can eat bowl after bowl of Rice Krispies. Grape Nuts – by the box. They may be slightly better than Count Chocula, but they still suck. Sure I probably should eliminate oats and such from my diet, but I like ’em. They also work well for me in the morning, so I make my own cereal. The funny bit? It’s cheap as hell to make especially when you compare it to the ridiculous prices they charge for

There’s a really funny bit at the end that’s totally good-food related

preheat oven to 310 or 315
6 cups oatmeal
1 cup slivered almonds
1 cup raw sunflower seeds
1 cup shredded coconut (unsweetened if you can find it)
2 tablespoons sesame seeds
mix that stuff up in a bowl

put about 4 tablespoons of oil in a saucepan over medium-low heat. I use coconut oil. It’s delicious. Add 3/4 cup of honey. Stir until it all heats up and blends. Pour that over the oats and stuff and stir. Spread the mix equally in baking sheets. ( I used nonstick spray because I’m lazy).

Bake for 15 minutes.
Stir.
Bake for 15 more minutes (that’s 30 minutes total)
let cool for 30 minutes
add 4 cups of raisins.

Done.

Here’s the interesting part. When I binge on regular cereal I freakin’ binge. Seriously – 3 or 4 huge bowls. Quite frankly it’s disgusting. I’m pretty sure it’s because the fat and sugar contents have been chemically optimized to fake my stomach out which enables us to consume mass quantities.

Even though I love the taste (hell, even the texture) of my granola, I can’t binge on this stuff. If I eat a bowl and wait a minute I’m too full to even contemplate another bowl.

Score 1 for real food.