For time:
- 50 double-unders
- 21 wall ball shots (20-pound ball, 10-foot-high target)
- 21 hang cleans (95-pound barbell)
- 21 Abmat sit-ups
- 15 wall ball shots (20-pound ball, 10-foot-high target)
- 15 hang cleans (95-pound barbell)
- 15 Abmat sit-ups
- 9 wall ball shots (20-pound ball, 10-foot-high target)
- 9 hang cleans (95-pound barbell)
- 9 Abmat sit-ups
- 50 double-unders
I didn’t mind the sandwich filling so much. I no longer suck horribly at wall balls. No air balls this morning -- and I cleared the 10-foot line with every single shot. They feel (slightly) easier, too. The 95-pound hang cleans weren’t that bad, either, despite the angry-looking welts on my collarbone from catching the bar in rack position. As for the Abmat Sit-ups, I kept my butt on the floor and didn’t get an ass-crack rash. And that, my friends, is what I call a win-win situation.
On the minus side? The sandwich bread. (How very Paleo of me!) Seriously: the double-unders were murder. As Carol whipped through all of her double-unders one right after the other (I’m almost certain she moonlights as a professional rope-jumper), I struggled mightily to string mine together. Each of my double-unders were followed by a single-under, so that by the time I completed 50 double-unders, I had jumped close to a hundred times and was ready to pass out. I sucked.
Result: 12:35. It would have taken me even longer to finish had it not been for the fact that miraculously, I managed to crank out 27 consecutive double-unders at the start of the final round.
Final note: I will pay cash money to anyone who will sell me their ability to crank out 50 double-unders in a row.
