Granite Games Finish…

 

 

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Ring Muscle Ups

“What I need is for ring muscle ups to show up either in a competition or the Granite Games,” I remarked to my daughter.  “Then I’ll have incentive to get one.”

Well, guess what?  They showed up the next week in the Granite Games qualifier as workout #5.

I was excited.  As excited as you can get about muscle ups when you don’t have them and you need them for a competition.  And I had almost gotten one the day before.

However, going into the workout, I was sore from the week and from practicing muscle ups.  My mind was just not there.  It wasn’t my time…

I came in 83rd overall for my age group.

Not bad considering my score on Workout #5 was a big, fat zero since I couldn’t get a ring muscle up.

The last workout with dumbbell thrusters surprised me.  Surprised me because I did better than I thought I was going to do.

I entered the Granite Games on a whim.  No expectations.  Not really caring where I finished or how I did.  Just to do it…

All the workouts were hard.  Some were insane struggles just to keep moving.  But overall I learned a ton.  Had a good time with my fellow box members who took on the challenge along with me.  Progressed mentally more than anything.  Which at this point in my career is where I’m at:  breaking down mental barriers as to what I think I can and can’t do.

Final verdict:  Worth every sweat drop and bruise!

Next year?  Who knows…

A Life of Constant Soreness…

When you choose to beat your body up like I do, you’re constantly sore.

Moving can be a challenge (especially after having sat for long stretches of time).

Daily activities are not quite so easy (laundry, dishes, mopping, vacuuming, bending over, climbing stairs, etc).

Right now, I’m super sore.CrossFit MOB 4

For some reason, I decided to sign up for the Granite Games qualifier.  Just to see how I’d do. Right now, I’m in 40th place for masters division.  I need to be in 10th or higher to make it.  I had to work out on Friday night and Sunday morning.  My legs are trashed.  I’ve been practicing handstands and muscle ups so my arms are super sore.

Yet there’s a push I can’t explain.  One that tells me to keep going despite the soreness.  To keep reaching for my goals.  To keep striving.  To keep on, keeping on.

So I do…