To make sure I didn't kick off the week with another set of penalty burpees, I arrived at the gym a few minutes early this morning. But I wasn't the only eager beaver. As I got out of my car, our two favorite CrossFitting Marines pulled into the space next to me. And the Terminator was already inside the box, stretching. All in all, a dozen sleepy souls made it to CrossFit Palo Alto at 5 a.m. to shake off the weekend cobwebs.
- Jerks (2 sets of 3, 3 sets of 1)
After the jump: Monday's metcon, and some barf.
A fun one.
5 rounds for time:
- 5 deadlifts (275lbs/185lbs)
- 10 knees-to-elbows
- 15 box jumps
Everybody shot right out of the gate. In front of me, XFitMama -- almost eight months pregnant now -- was the first to finish her set of deadlifts and start her knees-to-elbows. The Recon Marine, too, was on the bars in a flash. I struggled a bit with the deadlifts, and it took me a while to find a rhythm with the knees-to-elbows, but as usual, I made up time with the box jumps.
I got through the first three rounds at a decent clip. But at the start of the fourth round, I hit a wall, and started dumping the bar at the top of each deadlift. "STOP DROPPING THE BAR!" Tim shouted from across the room. Busted.
Result: 9:13. Five rounds was perfect: Enough to start punching you in the gut a little, but not so much that you end up puking all over the floor.
Speaking of vomit, I wanted to share with you something that only a handful of us post-workout caffeine junkies got to see while on our way to Starbucks in the wee hours of the morning: Seagulls in a parking lot, breakfasting on someone's regurgitated Sunday night dinner.
Morning is such a special, special time.