This week will be a suprise each and every day. I will make sure that you don't feel guilty on Thanksgiving.
A Happy Half Century to Diana, You go girl!!!!
See Ya tonight.
Monday, November 23, 2009
Tuesday, November 17, 2009
Tabby
32 Consecutive Intervals (20 sec. of work/10 sec. of rest)
8 Rounds each of:
Wall Balls
Row / Jump rope
Box Jumps
10 yd Plate Push = 1 rep
Tuesday, November 10, 2009
KB
50 Push Press
50 American Swings
100ft lunge w kettlebell pass
35 Push Press
35 American Swings
100ft lunge w kettlebell pass
20 Push Press
20 American Swings
100ft lunge w kettlebell pass
Finish: 400m kettlebell farmers walk
50 American Swings
100ft lunge w kettlebell pass
35 Push Press
35 American Swings
100ft lunge w kettlebell pass
20 Push Press
20 American Swings
100ft lunge w kettlebell pass
Finish: 400m kettlebell farmers walk
Thursday, November 5, 2009
Fabulous 44
In Honor of "The Rexinator"
44 reps of each exercise
Box jumps
jump pull-ups
squats
sit-ups
push-press 45 lbs
kb swings
walking lunges
burpees
100 jump rope
wall ball
44 reps of each exercise
Box jumps
jump pull-ups
squats
sit-ups
push-press 45 lbs
kb swings
walking lunges
burpees
100 jump rope
wall ball
Be Beautiful
Recently I read a very cool article from Again Faster entitled “You Are Beautiful”. Just like many other trainers, we have a larger community base of women as opposed to men. This is why sharing this article is so important to me.
Some of you will recognize the Angel in the picture above. When I first seen it, I felt every emotion I could possibly feel. Keep in mind this picture was not photo-shopped at all. Jen sent me this picture when Gabrielle was feeling a little ill.
As you can see she literally looks like an Angel in this picture. When we named her, we wanted her name to have meaning. Gabrielle originated from the Hebrew language and means “Hero of God”. In this picture she surely looks like a hero of God. And she is my precious little Angel!
When you read the following article, think of little Gabby and all of the other girls growing up with the pressures society will put on them.
“If I were feeling a little more lawless, I’d gather all the copies of Cosmo and Seventeen, douse them in kerosene, and strike a match. I’d throw in reams of print ads from Calvin Klein and watch with delight as Kate Moss’ stick-thin image was reduced to carbon. I’d add copies of Shape and Runner’s World until the flames reached toward the heavens, and then I’d crank call the editorial desk at Muscle and Fitness until they stopped publishing pictures of women on steroids.
I’d get the master tapes of America’s Next Top Model and dub over them with “Nasty Girls”, broadcasting the results on every television station in America. I’d skywrite “CrossFit.com” across the Boston skyline, and gently admonish the hoards of long distance runners trotting along the Charles River—with a bullhorn.
I’d take every woman with mass media-induced ideals of beauty, and I’d show them what it really means to be beautiful.
Beautiful women are strong and powerful. They are athletes, capable of every feat under the sun. They have muscles, borne of hard work and sweat. They gauge their self-worth through accomplishments, not by the numbers on the bathroom scale. They understand that muscle weighs more than fat, and they love the fact that designer jeans don’t fit over their well-developed quads.
They know that high repetitions using light weights is a path to mediocrity, and “toning” is a complete and utter myth. They refuse to succumb to the marketers that prey on insecurity, leaving the pre-packaged diet dinners and fat-burning pills on the shelf to pass their expiration date.
Beautiful women train with intensity. The derive self-image from the quality of their work and their ability to excel. They don’t wear makeup to the gym, and they wouldn’t be caught dead with a vinyl pink dumbbell. They move iron, they do pull-ups, they jump, sprint, punch, and kick, and they use the elliptical machine—as a place to hang their jump rope.
They spend their weekends in sport, climbing walls, winning races, and running rivers. They laugh as they sprint circles around the unschooled, turning the image-obsessed into benchwarmers. Beautiful women don’t care if they’re soaked in sweat and covered in dirt, if their nails are chipped or their hair out of place. They care only about quality of life.
Beautiful women are happy, healthy, and strong, and they’re right there beside me, tossing conventional beauty on the ever-growing flames of what used to be.
I’d get the master tapes of America’s Next Top Model and dub over them with “Nasty Girls”, broadcasting the results on every television station in America. I’d skywrite “CrossFit.com” across the Boston skyline, and gently admonish the hoards of long distance runners trotting along the Charles River—with a bullhorn.
I’d take every woman with mass media-induced ideals of beauty, and I’d show them what it really means to be beautiful.
Beautiful women are strong and powerful. They are athletes, capable of every feat under the sun. They have muscles, borne of hard work and sweat. They gauge their self-worth through accomplishments, not by the numbers on the bathroom scale. They understand that muscle weighs more than fat, and they love the fact that designer jeans don’t fit over their well-developed quads.
They know that high repetitions using light weights is a path to mediocrity, and “toning” is a complete and utter myth. They refuse to succumb to the marketers that prey on insecurity, leaving the pre-packaged diet dinners and fat-burning pills on the shelf to pass their expiration date.
Beautiful women train with intensity. The derive self-image from the quality of their work and their ability to excel. They don’t wear makeup to the gym, and they wouldn’t be caught dead with a vinyl pink dumbbell. They move iron, they do pull-ups, they jump, sprint, punch, and kick, and they use the elliptical machine—as a place to hang their jump rope.
They spend their weekends in sport, climbing walls, winning races, and running rivers. They laugh as they sprint circles around the unschooled, turning the image-obsessed into benchwarmers. Beautiful women don’t care if they’re soaked in sweat and covered in dirt, if their nails are chipped or their hair out of place. They care only about quality of life.
Beautiful women are happy, healthy, and strong, and they’re right there beside me, tossing conventional beauty on the ever-growing flames of what used to be.
Be beautiful.”
I love you Angie!!
Kevin you are beautiful to!!!
Wednesday, November 4, 2009
Tuesday, November 3, 2009
Partner Hell
warm-up
2 times
wall ball
burpees
wall ball
sit-ups
wall ball
push-ups
partner up after warm up while 1 person is on wall ball, the other is doin the other exercise, The person doing the wall ball will complete 50 shots the other person continues until yhe wall balls are completed
Monday, November 2, 2009
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