Dead Hang Clean 10-9-8-7-6-5-4-3-2-1
Full Sit ups 20-18-16-14-12-10-8-6-4-2
My time: 11:47
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Tuesday, December 01, 2009
WOD 11/30
Dead Hang Clean 10-9-8-7-6-5-4-3-2-1
Full Sit ups 20-18-16-14-12-10-8-6-4-2
My time: 11:47
Think you can beat my time?
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Full Sit ups 20-18-16-14-12-10-8-6-4-2
My time: 11:47
Think you can beat my time?
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Monday, November 30, 2009
Flashback WOD to the first day 11/15
200m run
15-12-9
squats
push ups
Ring pulls
200m run
My time 13:56
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15-12-9
squats
push ups
Ring pulls
200m run
My time 13:56
Think you can beat my time?
Come to Paradiso Crossfit Marina Del Rey www.paradisocrossfit.com
Friday, November 27, 2009
WOD
5 rounds of:
10 Wall Balls
10 Push Ups
10 Ring Pulls
for time.
My time 12:54
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10 Wall Balls
10 Push Ups
10 Ring Pulls
for time.
My time 12:54
Think you can beat my time?
Come to Paradiso Crossfit Marina Del Rey www.paradisocrossfit.com/
Thursday, November 26, 2009
My contribution
to Thanksgiving dinner:
Roasted Parsnips
Pan Roasted Brussel Sprouts with crispy proscuitto
Celery Root Gratin
Ooey Gooey Pumpkin Cake
Biscuits (from Pann's- Sshhh!)
It's 12:50AM, the cake just went into the oven and I am fucking beat!
Roasted Parsnips
Pan Roasted Brussel Sprouts with crispy proscuitto
Celery Root Gratin
Ooey Gooey Pumpkin Cake
Biscuits (from Pann's- Sshhh!)
It's 12:50AM, the cake just went into the oven and I am fucking beat!
Monday, November 23, 2009
WOD
3 Rounds-
200m Run
20 Walking Lunge
10 Jump Pull-ups
My time- 10:02
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200m Run
20 Walking Lunge
10 Jump Pull-ups
My time- 10:02
Think you can beat my time?
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Saturday, November 21, 2009
WOD
3 rounds of 250m of rowing and 15 squat snatch(35#s) for time
Times
R1- 3:04
R2- 3:33
R3- 3:58
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Times
R1- 3:04
R2- 3:33
R3- 3:58
Think you can beat my time?
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Wednesday, November 18, 2009
WOD
10-9-8-7-6-5-4-3-2-1 for time
Dead lifts 12KG kettle ball
Push Presses 8# dumbbells
My time: 5:36
Think you can beat my time?
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Dead lifts 12KG kettle ball
Push Presses 8# dumbbells
My time: 5:36
Think you can beat my time?
Come to Paradiso Crossfit Marina Del Rey www.paradisocrossfit.com/
Saturday, October 03, 2009
Devastation
My mentor, the reason I am who I am in my line of work has pancreatic cancer. He's sooooo strong and stubborn and he won't let this get him down. I just know it.
Sunday, September 06, 2009
Cambria and Cambria
Blog September 6, 2009
I am in Cambria, a beautiful seaside town. Tranquil, small, quaint. Everything LA is not. Nature is accessible and real. Not man-made or a façade. LA is trees and water brought in from somewhere else. Nothing is indigenous to the area but the Mexicans begging for work outside of Home Depot.
But here in this small, sleepy town of Cambria, I feel as if transported to some other REAL place. I am proud, yet sometimes ashamed, of my city girl core. I know that a small part of me yearns for this slow life. Last night, Dakota and I went to the happenin’ place in Cambria for some beers. The place had a saloon feel called Mozzi’s, pronounce “mosey.” We walk in and heads turn as we bee line it to the bathroom. The metropolitan side of my brain immediately sizes up the joint and its inhabitants. Scruffy looking men drinking domestic beer, wearing Carhart work pants and boots, dirt in their finger nails, emanating the smell of 100 ashtrays. Their skin is leathery and worn, evidence of outside manual labor. The women looked as if they were “rode hard and put away wet.” All between 30 and 45, they, too, looked weather beaten and dehydrated. They wore outfits that could be found in decades past and wore copious amounts of makeup. Everyone was WHITE, as in Caucasian. Not that I’m uncomfortable with that, but I felt they were uncomfortable with me being NOT white.
Dakota and I probably exuded the aura of “not bein’ from around these parts.” Our goal was to have a drink and be merry, maybe shake a tale feather or two. I’ll spare you all the details, but there wasn’t a man who didn’t try to talk to us. I think every older gent shot me a wink that I thought maybe for a second this town was afflicted with some eye disease. We survived a couple of bar brawls that made me have to seek refuge by standing on my booth and table to avoid the massive swaying of man bodies. I did get to shake my tale with a nice younger man.
As fate would have it, on our way home from the bar, we notice 2 of the young vying for our attentions earlier walking down a dark road (there is only one main drag in this Podunk town). Dakota and her charitable heart decide to stop and offer them a ride. Uh, oh, here come the adventures. One of the men had the biggest shiner on his left eye and the other was the man I danced with and kept having to avoid his advances of trying to kiss me that entire evening. Coincidentally, the home they are renting is just 4 blocks from where were staying….
Fast forward: We got home all safe and sound and went skinny dipping in the hot tub, which was magnificent at 2 in the morning.
Day 1 down on my weekend getaway....
I am in Cambria, a beautiful seaside town. Tranquil, small, quaint. Everything LA is not. Nature is accessible and real. Not man-made or a façade. LA is trees and water brought in from somewhere else. Nothing is indigenous to the area but the Mexicans begging for work outside of Home Depot.
But here in this small, sleepy town of Cambria, I feel as if transported to some other REAL place. I am proud, yet sometimes ashamed, of my city girl core. I know that a small part of me yearns for this slow life. Last night, Dakota and I went to the happenin’ place in Cambria for some beers. The place had a saloon feel called Mozzi’s, pronounce “mosey.” We walk in and heads turn as we bee line it to the bathroom. The metropolitan side of my brain immediately sizes up the joint and its inhabitants. Scruffy looking men drinking domestic beer, wearing Carhart work pants and boots, dirt in their finger nails, emanating the smell of 100 ashtrays. Their skin is leathery and worn, evidence of outside manual labor. The women looked as if they were “rode hard and put away wet.” All between 30 and 45, they, too, looked weather beaten and dehydrated. They wore outfits that could be found in decades past and wore copious amounts of makeup. Everyone was WHITE, as in Caucasian. Not that I’m uncomfortable with that, but I felt they were uncomfortable with me being NOT white.
Dakota and I probably exuded the aura of “not bein’ from around these parts.” Our goal was to have a drink and be merry, maybe shake a tale feather or two. I’ll spare you all the details, but there wasn’t a man who didn’t try to talk to us. I think every older gent shot me a wink that I thought maybe for a second this town was afflicted with some eye disease. We survived a couple of bar brawls that made me have to seek refuge by standing on my booth and table to avoid the massive swaying of man bodies. I did get to shake my tale with a nice younger man.
As fate would have it, on our way home from the bar, we notice 2 of the young vying for our attentions earlier walking down a dark road (there is only one main drag in this Podunk town). Dakota and her charitable heart decide to stop and offer them a ride. Uh, oh, here come the adventures. One of the men had the biggest shiner on his left eye and the other was the man I danced with and kept having to avoid his advances of trying to kiss me that entire evening. Coincidentally, the home they are renting is just 4 blocks from where were staying….
Fast forward: We got home all safe and sound and went skinny dipping in the hot tub, which was magnificent at 2 in the morning.
Day 1 down on my weekend getaway....
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