“That’s intimidating to guys, are you trying to stay single? My wife would never lift like that.”
“STFU asshole. Ya know there is a reason I haven’t talked to you in eight months.”
I haven’t talked to my brother since Christmas. He’s an asshole and I just haven’t wanted to deal with this views, his indifference to my feelings or anything else that goes along with it. However, in attempt to keep family communication open, I took a phone call from him last Saturday. After the newly learned information that his older sister is not only a strongman athlete, but the women’s national heavyweight in United States Strongman Corporation… This is all he has to say. Not, that’s awesome, way to go…way to be a badass. No. That’s intimidating….. seriously, bruh…fuck and off.
So that’s how I ended my weekend…. Shrug it off girlie, is what I told myself. You have a new coach and a new programming to get to and kick ass.
Yesterday ended the first week with the new programming and my new coach. I’m expecting next week to be worse. I have every belief that this week was just to get a feel for my strength and weakness. But on the same note, I hit a triple on a weight with the log I couldn’t even hit once early June.
One hundred and fifty pounds I am closing on you fast!
His programming is short, and seems simple at a glance, until you’re into it… then it’s oh holyfuckmonkeys. I love it. Of course when I opened the email and saw “Let’s get started, Day 1, snatch” I instantly thought oh god he’s going to kill me… I haven’t done those since I left crossfit over five years ago now. Plus I hate them. I hate them because I suck at them. Day 4, snatch deadlift…. Shiiiiit.
All in all, I survived. I can walk and I feel like I put work in without wasting time or spending two plus hours training. I am excited to see what he programs for next week. I am excited to watch things progress, to see the weekly, daily challenges he drops in my lap, like I dare you.
-Inked Amazon Warrior