* 17 hour fast *
10-9-8-7-6-5-4-3-2-1
(Beg./Int. version)
Kettlebell Clean & Push-Press 1.5 pood left
Pull-up
Kettlebell Swing 1.5 pood
Push-up
Kettlebell Clean & Push-Press 1.5 pood right
DNF. Sort of made it through round 3 (8).
Here's a recreation of my inner dialogue during this workout. 3-2-1 go!
Round 10, starting with the C&J:
Shoulder: "Whoa! That's really heavy. This is Shoulder to Brain. Brain, are you sure this is the right weight?"
Brain: "Brain to Shoulder. Kettlebell is black. 1.5 pood. Proceed."
Shoulder: "Uhm. OK..."
C&J. Pullup. KB Swing.
Shoulder: "Brain, it's Shoulder again. We're getting some weird clicking noises down here, and some signals that could be pain..."
Brain: "Bad pain?"
Shoulder: "Negative, just some aching. And clicking."
Brain: "Probably just needs to warm up. Proceed."
Hands: "Uhm, hey Brain? This kind of hurts."
Brain: "Are you bleeding?"
Hands: "No, but..."
Brain: "Proceed."
Pushup. C&J.
Shoulder: "OK, wow. Brain, this is too much weight."
Brain: "No it isn't. Proceed."
Shoulder: "Uhm, you do realize you're asking me to put this weight directly above you, right?"
Brain: "So be careful."
Shoulder: *mutter*
Hands: "Ow."
Brain: "What's wrong?"
Hands: "Well, I think it's 'cause it's really humid, what with the rain and all, and.."
Brain: "It's humid? Are you fucking kidding me?"
Hands: "No, well, it's that and those bar kips plus climbing yesterday, I think I may have..."
Brain: "Hands. You're being a little bitch. You don't want to be a little bitch, do you?"
Hands: "...no..."
Brain: "So shut up."
Hands: "...ok."
Round 9:
Shoulder: "Really, this is bad, here. I'm not kidding."
Brain: "FINE. If you're going to be an asshole about it, just do half volume on the jerks."
Shoulder: "ok, I can try that."
Ankle: "Hey, guys?"
Brain & Shoulder: "Shut up!"
Ankle: "uh...ok."
C&J, Pullup, Swings
Shoulder: "Pain signals are pretty frequent now. This shouldn't be happening on swings. I know how to do swings."
Hands: "Yeah, I'm getting pain signals, too."
Shoulder: "Shut up, Hands. You don't count."
Hands: "Fine, jeez. Asshole."
Brain: "Just work through it. It'll be fine."
Pushup, C&J
Shoulder: "OK, no. Even half volume. Just no. "
Brain: "What about just cleans. Can you do that?"
Shoulder: "Yeah, that should be ok."
Hands: "Cleans hurt, too."
Brain: "Quit bitching, hands."
Round 8:
Shoulder: "Cleans are not so bad."
Brain: "Great. Maybe we'll get through this in under an hour, at this rate."
Cleans, Pullups, Swings
Shoulder: "Ow! Shit! Really, Ow! Abort!"
Brain: "Really?"
Shoulder: "Really."
Brain: "OK, I'm calling it. DNF. You guys suck, you know that?"
Shoulder: "Fuck you, Brain."
Hands: "Yay!"
3 comments:
ROFL!!!
I'm so lucky to have a husband who's so in touch with his inner self. And so FRICKIN' hilarious!
My God this is funny!
You are hilarious and have an unbelievable potty mouth :) I can totally imagine your alone time play sessions with little plastic soldiers, or whatever else you played with as a child. Your parents were no doubt quite entertained...and likely believed you'd go into theater.
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