Look Ma' no hands....or shoes..huh.
My mother-in-law beats me at everything...including pistol squats...sh*t.
My baby boy gets warmed up for his WOD with his Daddy...
Ok gotta start this blog with the last picture....My little boy Lokela decided that he wanted to do the runs with us. So kaika decided that he will go through some stretches with him and get him warmed up for the runs...It was the cutest thing I think I've ever seen...warms my heart up to the core. :') Anyway, Kela ended up doing the first 200 meter run with us and actually beat me to the finish line...and decided that he was going to do his own WOD so he got a 45lb weight and did his "box jumps" (he even helped his Auntie Val with her fear of jumping...such a good boy we have)....then he did assisted hand stands with his Dad. and when I was ready to do my 400 meter he was out the door with me. He made it to the stop point and half way back when his little body finally needed a rest...so me being #1 mom (just kidding)...I carried him while I ran for a little bit. (not kidding)...after his little rest he took off sprinting again and beat me to the finish...again. Now if that doesn't motivate you to finish off strong I don't know what does. :)
Anyway the WOD was short and sweet. More arms of course. Kristi is watching my back and getting some arm workouts in there...Love it!
so it was:
200 meter run
20 box jumps
5 chin ups (strict hang)
400 meter run
10 box jumps
10 chin ups
200 meter run
20 box jumps
5 chin ups
yea sounds like a whole lot and sounds crazy difficult but it wasn't as bad as I originally thought. Well I originally thought we were doing 20 wall balls which scared the crap out of me cuz I hate having a huge 10lb black ball rocketing towards my face...just saying. Also I have issues with letting that ball take me into a squat and then having to hurl that thing back up in the air. Not fun. But box jumps I can do. When I first started RFM we did a WOD with crazy amounts of both box jumps and wall balls. I had my little internal 'battle of wills' with the box....me and him had to clear some sh*t up. But in the end I showed that box who was boss and now I even upgraded to a higher box for this WOD....O yea boyee! But me and the wall balls are still trying to hash sh*t out. I think I won some battles but the 'big black ball' cracked me in the chin a few times so we are still trying to work on our 'relationship'. I donno I'll let you know how it goes with that one.
Anyhow, I had fun on this WOD. Especially since we were doing pistol squats and I didn't do to bad...and I actually saw a real quad muscle bulge here and there. O YEA!
Anyway, I'm looking forward to tomorrows WOD...because I just looked and it looks like some fun!
Peace y'all!
Hey Rikki,
ReplyDeleteIs Crossfit based on the CrossFit website?
http://www.crossfit.com/cf-info/what-crossfit.html
CrossFit is the principal strength and conditioning program for many police academies and tactical operations teams, military special operations units, champion martial artists, and hundreds of other elite and professional athletes worldwide.
Our program delivers a fitness that is, by design, broad, general, and inclusive. Our specialty is not specializing. Combat, survival, many sports, and life reward this kind of fitness and, on average, punish the specialist.
The CrossFit program is designed for universal scalability making it the perfect application for any committed individual regardless of experience. We’ve used our same routines for elderly individuals with heart disease and cage fighters one month out from televised bouts. We scale load and intensity; we don’t change programs.
What does RFM stand for? Been following your blog and trying to understand all the acrynoms.
I am impressed! A family affair including your little one!
Hey Auntie, RFM stands for Raw Fitness Maui...that is our CrossFit gym. They follow the same principles that all CrossFit gyms follow but make it more practical for everyday life.
ReplyDeleteyou can check out their website at Rawfitnessmaui.com and you will even see my link to my blog there.
love you,
Rikki