Last night, I woke up to visit the bathroom around 12:30 a.m., and as I staggered back to bed, trying to keep my eyes closed, chanting to myself, You’re still asleep. You’re not awake. Don’t wake up. You’re still asleep, Dave held out his iPhone and said, “Our workout tomorrow is Fran.”
For the next five hours, I dreamt of that witch composed of thrusters, pullups, and pure evil.
Last time I did Fran – which was my first time ever – she punched me in the nose. I think she resented that I scaled down to 50#.
This time, CrossFit Austin provided prescribed scaling options, so my Fran looked like this:
pullups, blue band
I would’ve liked to go heavier on the thrusters, based on my recent thrusterictories (thruster + victory… duh) recounted in detail here and here. But Coach Wes and Coach Tristy are the boss of me in the box.
So, um, yeah… I went five pounds lighter this time on the thrusters and whoa! 37 seconds SLOWER.
Ouch. That hurts more than a barbell to the nose!
Let’s move on to happier topics: my 1RM clean.
It’s now 90#.
Up 10# from October.
Can I get a what-what?!
I’m, like, stupid happy about that.
Suck it, Fran.
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