Friday Stolen Post
480, 475, 445, 405……..225, 215, 205……These are the weights of our top Male & female deadlifts from yesterday. WHAT?!?!! these do not even include the coaches either! JUST OUR MEMBERS!!! we had EVERYBODY (except 2 people) hit a personal best. The BIGGEST improvement was Marcus Ireland. Marcus has been doing crossfit for two months. His first time deadlifting with us he hit 345. Yesterday he hit 475! With beginners, I expect to see gains. But this isn’t baby weights. 475?! Whats that?? you don’t believe me?? Just go look on our facebook homepage.
Members of CFR, the coaching staff and I don’t need to say much…we will let our results from our members speak for themselves. Don’t be fooled by trickery…Flashy shirts & the newest gear that money can buy WILL NOT make you a better athlete. putting in the work will. You want something? You have to put your nose to the grindstone, shut up & do work. You want a bandwagon to jump on? Well I got a full train of hard nose Mother F*****’s that come in day in and day out that earn their spot in this iron game. We seek out pain, blood, sweat and tears because it lets us know we are alive. It hardens us to the deepest core. So no matter what, we will not bend, we will not crumble under the weight of life. We are the Garage lifters…..
No teammates to push you, just the sound of the garage door opening and Klokov yelling through YouTube. No coach to make sure you show up on time, but you are always 5 minutes early. Open your garage for cool air, because the air in this garage is sticky and heavy. A heavy soul with heavy weights. Heavy thoughts weigh you down, only ’til you slam them fuckers down. Standing outside on your driveway scares your neighbors, yes, yes it does. You’re that guy, you’re the freak and you welcome it, if you don’t you should. I welcome it, we welcome it. Tired of trying to fit in, tired of trying to become someone you’re not, so now you do what the fuck you want to do, and pouring coffee over your head and smashing coffee cups at 6 am is what we love to do. Creating our own fight club on ourselves. Training with Brad Pit can cause seruise wounds, but huge gains. Dirty weights make for better weights. Rusty bars make for more PR’s, and Bob and Jill driving by in disgust means they must be late for their white sheep meeting. I don’t accept. Do you people here me? I will not! “I’m going to show you how great I am.” “The world ain’t all sunshine and rainbows. It’s a very mean and nasty place, and I don’t care how tough you are, it will beat you to your knees and keep you there permanently if you let it. You, me, and nobody is going to hit harder than life. It ain’t about hard you hit, it’s about how hard you can get hit and keep moving forward, how much you can take and keep moving forward. That’s HOW WINNING IS DONE!” Let the rust from the bar harden your hands making your hook grip sharper than Hook himself. You don’t like me, good….I don’t like you. This is my gym, and your not welcome. My rules, my program, my technique, my life. Get your degree in sports science, ill get mine from the smell of fire wood pilled high like sand bags around my platform. Blood and dirt baby, blood and fucken dirt.
I train in a fancy gym, fully sponsored, paid, worked on, waited on……. I can’t tell you how many times I miss and wish I could go back to being the garage warrior. The rough tough son of a bitch that needs no one but heavy metal rock music, energy drinks, and a fucken bar. Give me a bar and I’m a dog with a bone. I don’t want a pencil, I want a bar, I want happiness. Our garage is dark, but we see fine, better yet we see better, better yet we like it dark because light makes us weak. We like pain because pain makes us feel alive. Weightlifting pain takes away some of the internal pain, pain where the demons live, pain that bangs against these black keys, pain I call, we call, the Dark Orchestra. Turn up the music and keep training, never stop. I salute you. You…… the garage lifter who slams bars when no one is watching. I salute you, who completes your last few drop sets, the last rep, the last few squats. You, the crazy son of a bitch who completes the full workout that you gave yourself! I know how hard you train because I was there. We are family, we came from the same class. We come from the garage. We live in the dark and eat dirt. We come from the outcast university. We come from F report cards and meth pipes. We graduated from early morning and nasty protein shakes, and a world of pain and hell that only makes us appreciate peace and family even more. So just know next time you see me training with my shiny bar and fancy weights, I truly truly envy you, wish I was training with you, and absolutely respect the shit out of you. I salute you, I salute the garage lifter.
Workout of the day: 30 November 12
A) Strict Press 12×2 @ 50%
*every 30 seconds for 6 minutes*
B) For Time:
600m OH Carry 95/65
*every time the bar is moved from the OH position, perform 4 Thrusters*