ATHLETIC DAY
Yesterday Ben had to work odd hours, so we had to bump back our training. In doing so, the Cook Brothers Crew had their own training session, without Riddle and James.
Warm Up:
I've been practicing
Pavel Tsatsouline's Relax Into Stretch for a couple of days now, and I did this prior to driving to Lexen. It's absolutely brutal and I'm convinced that I'll be able to hit a full splits by the end of summer. Easily.
Kettle Bell Work:
Figure 8s: 24kg x 8 each, 3 sets.
Alternating 1 Handed Swings: 24kg x 8 each, 3 sets.
Swing Snatches: 16kg x 8, 3 sets.
Ben doing Figure 8s
Tire Work:
Flips: 10 flips per set, 3 sets.
Sledge Hits: 10 swings per side, 3 sets.
Crooked back!
Kevin with the farmers tan.
Seated Box Jumps:
Sit on a box, which is about at parallel, then jump onto a high box. We used a foam block, a wooden squat box with a gripped top, and a handful of pads to gradually increase the height. We didn't have a tape measure, so these measures are by the number of pads we added to the pile.
Block + Box: 10
+2 pads: 5
+4 pads: 5
+5 pads: 1
+6 pads: 1
+7 pads: 1
+8 pads: 1
+9 pads: Fail. Which bummed me out. I had done this a few weeks ago.
Dark shot. Looked fine on the camera. Whatever.
Ben hitting his spot.
Ab Circuit:
Cable Crunches: 90 x 15
Ab Wheel: 15
3 times through, no rest between exercises or sets.
This next picture has nothing to do with anything other than making Clayton Morris jealous. This is the vending machine at Lexen:
If your eye is good you can see we've got Gatorade, Muscle Milk, Amp, Monster, Blast!, Spike Shooters, a bunch of random protein drinks and some crazy stimulant drinks. My favorite pre-workout drink is
Ximo, which is an ephedra drink that has 8 servings per bottle. It'll get your heart thumping, your body shaking, and your mind ready to smash fucking weights.
However, among all the expected workout related drinks, right in the middle of the shot are Arnold Palmers. Fuck. Yes.
One last picture, from our last workout. Just because I look huge:
THICK BACK
Hill Sprints:
Today I ran hills at the aforementioned spot on 5th and Grant.
I did two at a time for 10 sets, which makes 20 total runs. I was spacing them out farther and farther apart as they went along, and sprinting fell by the wayside and made room for "just making it up this damn hill as fast as my dead legs can drag me."
A guy in a truck, who I'm assuming is the owner or manager of the construction crew whose territory I'm invading, pulled up as I finished my workout. He told me to be careful, because if I get hurt, he'd get sued. I told him I was, and that I was staying away from the loose shale on the two steep sides. He asked if I was "training for the Marine Corps." I said, "No, just training." He said he admired me, but that I should be careful. Dig.