Wednesday 5/13/2009

Last night, I went to the watch the Fort Myers Miracle lose while I drank copious amounts of cheap beer. I actually started the night out at Bar Louie eating cheap burgers and drinking good beer at cheap prices. Anyways, to paint the picture there was a decent amount of beer and non- zone / paleo food consumption being had. Baseball is boring, don't let anyone else tell you otherwise. Gambling on each batter makes it slightly more interesting but it still sucks even if I did walk away with $14. The next day...

Punishment of the Day:

5 rds for time of

Run 200-M

Thrusters (21-18-15-12-9) @ 63/95

3 rds of "Cindy" (5 pullups/10 pushups/15 squats)

On paper it doesn't looks so bad. Run & Thrusters 5x then do some Cindy action 3x. I wake up the next morning thoroughly dehydrated, my alarm clock still hasn't gone off, maybe I can drink extra water and eat more because I am up early. My alarm starts to blare, guess that means no. I have my usual half zone bar and a half glass of water and I am out the door.

When I get to Crossfit there is some confusion with the PotD, do we have to do the 3 round of Cindy 5 times? Why of course we do, because JASON IS A SADISTIC BASTARD!!!!!!!!!!!!

That shit was horrible; it took me almost an hour. 58 mins. Total shit time. On the pukey scale I give the punishment a 4 out of 5 only inflicting dry heaves.

On my last round I ran 400 instead of 200. Was it because I wanted to do extra work? No. Was it because I was so dehydrated that I was delirious? Possible. Was it because I wanted to give Jason a big FUCK YOU and not let him break me with his evil workout? That is what I am telling myself to feel better.

Suck it.

--Stuntman Mike