Friday's Workout

I showed up to the 5 a.m. class still sore from Wednesday's upper-body-intensive WOD.
(It doesn't help my recovery that I've gotten less sleep than usual, but it's my own damned fault. I've had this irrational compulsion to blog and tweet instead of hitting the sack. It's crazy, but I've also contemplated staying up late just to read more of "Lights Out" -- a book that's all about the critical need to sleep more.)

So what was on tap this morning?

Strength Skill:

• Weighted Ring Dips (3 sets of 3, 2 sets of 1)

Despite my achy arms and back, I was able to crank 'em out with a fully-loaded 50-pound weight vest on and an extra dumbbell clenched in my crotch. I was feeling pretty good about myself. And then I saw the metcon written on the dry-erase board:

Metcon:

5 rounds for time:

• 240-meter sprint
• 10 dumbbell thrusters
• 10 24-inch plyo box jumps

One or two rounds: A piece of cake. Three rounds and you're starting to falter. Four and it totally sucks. Five? On the floor.

To do this as RXed, guys are supposed to use a pair of 45-pound dumbbells for the thrusters, and gals are supposed to use a pair of 25-pound dumbbells. I split the difference and used 35 pounds because (1) the Terminator grabbed the only pair of 45-pound dumbbells in the gym, (2) see my comment above regarding lingering upper body soreness, and (3) I'm not that much stronger than a girl. But thrusting 70 pounds 50 times was plenty, thankyouverymuch.

Result: 12:45. I came in first, beating the Terminator by 9 seconds. He used heavier weights, but that's totally appropriate in light of the fact that he's a relentless homicidal cyborg with a metal endoskeleton. (Okay, he's actually an accountant. Same difference.)