This is me at the end of week 1 of Smolov. On the ground, pretty sure I was mostly dead, maybe completely dead, and wondering where the strength to get up was going to come from. Friday night was filled with 30 squats at 90%, the fourth consecutive squat day was 10×3, and it was miserable. When I was researching the program and people talked about the difficulty of the program, and how hard it was mentally as well as physically I thought to myself that I’m a pretty tough guy, I’ve done a lot, I can do this. Well let me own up to it and say that it was hard, I wanted to quit more than once, and while I didn’t, and I won’t the mental game of this program is every bit as rough as the physical toll of squatting massive amounts of weight. I’m brought back to my early days of CrossFit, the struggle of doing even the OnRamp at 340 pounds was ridiculous, and then attempting to do normal classes I was constantly confronted with the limits that being that obese puts in front of you. While the challenge is different the struggle is oddly similar. Physically the challenges of life have changed but finding the will and motivation to push forward and confront the barriers bring me back to those first few months. Back to the days when a box jump was not a possibility, pullups where an illusion, and doing most barbel movements with anything more than 75 pounds was unthinkable. I walked into the gym each day and I never even checked the WOD because the workout that I would have to do rarely seemed to resemble what was on the board. It was those early days of CrossFit that forged me, I walked in each day and took on the challenge that was put before me, and each day I got a little better. My time at Capital City went from three days, to four, then five days a week. My abilities improved and I saw myself changing. On days like yesterday I think back and remember that feeling, and the goals that I had set for myself way back then, then I am able to push on and improve on where I am today. After finishing my last set, experiencing near death, and collecting my wits about me I got ready to take on the WOD. Friday was a running one of course, I slightly modified it since I do have the Army to think of and a PT test looming in the future. We did 5 rounds of 400M run, and I did 15 pushups, and 25 situps, which I did to Army standards. The rest of the class did 15 wall balls, and 25 abmat sit ups.
I made sure to squat like a boss and do it without a shirt, because it’s hot, and squats at 90% are hard.
I did the WOD and did okay, I can run when I need to but I have no desire to on a daily basis. I have the 5k coming up in two weeks, and I will likely just continue to run in WODs until then and see how the race goes to judge if I need to do some actual running before I have to run a 2 mile this summer. I capped the week off with four straight squat days, with a rep range from 9-3 and weight range from 225-275, and a total weight moved of 35825 pounds. Not shabby for a first week.
I then took on my “rest day” it’s in quotes because by rest day I mean RUGBY DAY! Saturday’s are great and spending time on the field with the Springfield Celts is a great way to spend a weekend. Since I am no longer a huge guy I’ve moved positions this year and I’m playing Lock. We played a team from Northwest Indiana and it was a warm, hard-hitting, fun game. I ended up playing a solid 60 of the 80 minutes of the game and had a couple good tackles, a ruck that I was exceptionally proud of, and a few runs that show that even as an old guy on the field I can still take it to the young guys. Before the game I stopped by a competition that my roommate was a part of, and watched his first WOD. It was a good first competition for him and he did well. I hope that this puts a little spark in him, and I can get him to do some more competitions with me. Rest day is coming to a close, tomorrow the game starts all over again, 4×9 at 245 looms……