Another day, another "controversy"
I'm getting flak--and curiosity--from people for my post about being cranky that one week when white belts were telling me what to do. Flash, a blue belt I drilled with the other day, gave me crap about it; when we were working on a technique and I asked him whether it felt solid when I did it, he said, "Well, I'm not gonna be like one of those white belts who pissed you off, but it felt fine." And then we called each other names and I punched him on the arm, so I THINK he has stopped thinking I'm a belt snob. (For the record, I love Flash. He's a smartass, like me, so we get along fine. At least, I think we do. :) Other people just wanted to know what had happened to make me feel that way.
I guess I can't worry about it anymore. That week I felt the way I felt, and I wrote about it, as usual. I know I'm a fairly mellow training partner, as training partners go, and my past and future actions will confirm that--or not.
In other news, I have started working for a living. I started teaching two online courses, one in writing for research and one in program evaluation. And I'm probably going to do a consulting project for my old friend Lacey. She and I worked for the same dot-com in Chicago circa 2000. So far things are going okay, but this working is really infringing on my watching-daytime-TV regimen, especially now that I'm back to training at least every day if not twice a day.
Speaking of which, training this week has been fine. I trained with a visiting female blue belt named Lisa today. She's in from Maui, where she trains at her boyfriend's academy. She's a friend of Ouano's. It was fun to train with her! Speaking of Ouano, he worked me today and thoroughly enjoyed doing it. I got frustrated, but then I got over it. And rolling with Brian is always fun, and I got to roll with him today too.
I did a really crazy CrossFit workout yesterday called the Murph. The workout is named after a Navy SEAL named Michael Murphy, who was posthumously awarded the Congressional Medal of Honor this week. Here's the workout, for time:
1 mile run
1 mile run
If you want, you can batch things, so you can do 10 sets of 10 pull-ups, 200 push-ups and 30 squats, for instance. I thought about doing that, because psychologically, the idea of doing hundreds of the same thing in a row is challenging, but then when I started with the pull-ups, they seemed to be going okay. So I thought, well, maybe I'll get to 50 pull-ups and then I can do things in two batches. But then I decided that I had made it to 50 pull-ups, so then it was downhill from there. And even if it took me a really long time, I didn't have anyplace to be for a couple hours, so why not try it as written? And I'll be damned if I didn't do just that. I'm back to remedial squats and I did the push-ups on my knees, but I did the workout as written.
Of course, I ran the second mile as I imagine a pigeon would run a mile, which is to say: with very short strides and, well, um, pigeon-toes.
And since I did the workout as written, I get to be on the board! There weren't any women on the board before Becca and I did it yesterday, and so as long as I finished, I would make it. Becca did it in 54 minutes, I think, and I did it in 1:02:23, or so. I'll take pictures of it when it goes up!