To say that RC CrossFit is “Blowin’ Up” would be an understatement! I really hope all of our RC CrossFit Athletes (and when I say “Athletes”, I really mean RC CrossFit Family Members) know how much you ladies and gents mean to Ivan, Jared and myself. I know I speak for all 3 of us when I say, what we do is not our “job”. It’s a passion that we hold close to our hearts. And to all of our “O.G.’s”, you guys and gals have done an amazing job of not only making our new athletes feel welcome, but also helping them as they walk in everyday, stare at the WhiteBoard, and ask… “What’s a Thruster? What’s a Clean? What’s a Snatch? What’s a Burpee? What’s a etc, etc, etc…” You guys have been demonstrating what RC CrossFit is all about! I thank all of you…
I take great pride in posting up the day’s Athletes Scores… I like to brag about you guys… Lol…
I find it strange that other Boxes don’t post their members times… The work all of you put in day in and day out deserves to be recognized. I get texts and emails from people from around California all the time saying, “I can’t believe ‘so and so’ got ‘such and such” time on this WOD or that WOD…” They have never met you, but they follow you. I think that’s pretty SICK!
To change it up, WOD and Scores go first and then a little piece of my mind, my heart…
3.1.2012 WOD & Scores…
And here’s who the “Girl” WOD Board changed…
“Heroes Walk Amongst Us”
I served in the Marine Corps from January of 2002 until November of 2006 as an AirCraft Rescue FireFighter… Crash Fire Rescue, aka, Crash Crew…
When I was in the States, times were pretty quiet. Alot of training, a bunch of minor aircraft emergencies and thankfully very few aircraft crashes. My time spent overseas however, was bad. I spent time in Al Taqqadum, Al Fallujah and Al Ramadi. At first, our main responsibility was, well, our job, Aircraft Rescue FireFighting. Which meant that if an aircraft (whether it be a cargo plane, a fighter jet or helicopter) went down, we went in and got the pilots, crew and passengers out first and then tried to save as much as the aircraft as possible.
Next, we were in charge of our Base Fire Dept. Which basically meant… When our Base got bombed, we would go out and take care of things. This was not fun. Because usually, our Base got bombed not just one at time, but a few times within an hour. Which meant we were out there unprotected while the rest of the Base was safe and sound underneath a Bunker.
And then, came our E-Vacs (Emergency Evacuations). In a nutshell… If shit hit the fan outside of our Base, we would hop on a helicopter, fly out headed towards the “not so nicest” of towns and attempt to Rescue, well, “whoever”. Infantrymen, Tanks, Pilots, somtimes, even the enemy. Basically what it became was, my Platoon and I going out to pick up dead bodies and put out the fire. One of my Gunnery Sergeants took a picture of me (that I burned) that showed me sitting on a sandbag, drenched in blood, head in my hands, crying. I remember that day like it was yesterday.
I think it’s funny, no stupid, that when Michael Jackson or Whitney Houston died, the whole world stood still. When Lindsey Lohan or Paris Hilton checks into ReHap for the millionth time, it’s all over the news. When Kim Kardashian or Prince whatever his name is gets married, the Press is all over it.
But when a United States Marine, or any United States Military Personnel dies… Nothing….
I remember the name of the Pilot that I couldn’t pull out in time. I remember his Helicopter ID number, I remember his Call Sign, I remember his mother and father’s name, I remember his wife’s name and his little girl’s name. That flag that flies high in our Box everyday… That flag was given to me as a “Thank You”. I asked, “Thank You for what?” Response… “Yes, Captain —– is gone, but you got him out before “they” got to him… And his family will sleep better at night knowing he is “home” and at peace. You did good Corporal Macias, I’m sure you and I both know what “they” would have done to his body if you didn’t get him out…”
But I can guarentee that nobody else has ever heard of his tragic death.
Overdosing on drugs or alcohol is not a tragic death. Someone getting married shouldn’t stop the world in their tracks.
The men and women overseas who sacrifice so much… Those are the real Heroes. The ones that do so much for us everyday, and yet, go unrecognized, day in and day out.
This entire week we have performed “Girl” WODs… Well… Every Girl Needs A Hero…
The below WOD is a bunch of CrossFit Hero WODs mashed up into one…
Bitch and Moan all you want throughout this WOD, I don’t care, because I’ll be right along side with you.
Pain Is Weakness Leaving The Body… OOH-RAH!!!
ALRIGHT… HERE WE GO!!!
Strength- Rest Week!
I made this WOD with the intention to SUCK! There is nothing pretty or fun about this WOD. I made this WOD with the intention for you guys (myself included) to suffer through each and every painful second. This WOD shouldn’t be “paced out”. You shouldn’t have a “game plan” for this WOD. You should think about all the men and women out there who have been away from there families… Their Wives, Husbands, Children, Mothers, Fathers, Brothers Sisters, etc etc… You should think of all the families who will never again get to see their Wife, Husband, Son, Daughter, Mother, Father, Brother, Sister, etc etc…
I HONESTLY DON’T GIVE A SHIT IF YOU FINISH FIRST OR LAST… AND I MEAN THAT… AS LONG AS YOU CAN WALK OUT OF THE BOX KNOWING IN YOUR HEART THAT YOU GAVE IT YOUR ALL…
“Heroes Walk Amongst Us…”
1 Mile Run
1 Rope Climb and 25 Push Ups with Hand Release
21 Thrusters (Rx’d: M-95lbs/F-95lbs) and 9 Pull Ups
10 Clean and Jerks (Rx’d: M-95lbs/F-65lbs)
21 Deadlifts (Rx’d: M-185lbs/F-115lbs) and 9 KettleBell Swings (M-70lbs/F-53lbs)
50 Double Unders and 50 Sit Ups
15 Wall Ball Shots (Rx’d: M-20lbs/14lbs both to The Bells) and 15 Box Jumps (Rx’d: M-24″/F-20″)
400 Meter BackWards Run
15 Box Jumps and 15 Wall Ball Shots
50 Sit Ups and 50 Double Unders
9 KettleBell Swings and 21 Deadlifts
9 Pull Ups and 21 Thrusters
25 Push Ups with Hand Release and 1 Rope Climb
“Pain is part of being alive… And we need to learn that… Pain does not last forever… Nor is it necessarily unbearable… And we need to be taught that…”