Monthly Archive: October 2011

Willing to put in the work

So, this week marks the last week of the whole CrossFit bootcamp thing that I’ve been doing. Today’s class had us working rather hard. After the usual bootcamp warm up (though the row was extended to 500m today) we learned how to do the deadlift. At this stage more focus is being put on good form rather than lifting heavily. All the same I was pretty happy that we actually had some plates on the sucker. Once the coach was convinced we had good form we lowered the weight back to something more manageable before we were introduced to our evening’s workout. In this case we had to do 3 rounds of 500m row, 12 deadlifts, 21 box jumps. I was getting good at my box jumps so the coach changed my box to something about 4″ higher. Oh hell, that extra height made a difference. In the few test jumps I felt like I really had to work hard to jump up there. With all of that we started.

Rowing is pretty tiring. There’s a lot of technique involved to make it efficient. I had to keep reminding myself about my positioning to make sure I wasn’t sabotaging myself. My deadlifting technique got better as the reps passed. Back on Friday we learned the movements for the clean and jerk. The clean and jerk involves a lot of the same positions as the deadlift. On that day coach was really getting on my case for not having good positions. My biggest problem that day was that I was rounding my back instead of having my butt out with a tight back. Having a rounded back is apparently dangerous. I watched a couple of YouTube videos on the weekend to figure out what I was doing wrong. That actually helped. My improved technique definitely helped me with the deadlifts. For the box jumps, I was obviously well adjusted to the shorter box. For this taller box, I felt like I got winded fairly quickly. Each round I had to break up the 21 box jumps into chunks just to make it through. In the end, I made it through in a decent time for a beginner like me (so says I). I was pretty much wiped out and I needed a minute or two to recover and be able to just breathe normally again. I felt proud to have accomplished something that seems somewhat hardcore. That’s a lot of movement for one workout, you know?

Back when I started out I knew that the program involved a fair bit of weightlifting and interesting movements. I didn’t really realize that things like deadlifts and power cleans would somehow enter my day-to-day life. As I continue to work hard I can tell that I’m getting stronger. I know that I’m really making progress. My weight hasn’t really moved, but I’m feeling the tiniest bit meatier.

Eh…don’t mind this picture. Somehow my black hard hat was the closest hat to me at the time and I was just curious what a vain flexing picture would look like. Anyway.

With all of this positive change, I want to continue with CrossFit beyond the foundations class. I’m raring to join the rest of the people that show up. As long as I continue to work hard I know that things will pay off. I’m willing to put in the work.

Wonky knotting

This post is kind of meant to give a little bit of insight as to what it’s like in baking class. In today’s baking class we tackled a recipe for soft rolls. Putting it together was fairly simple. There wasn’t anything terribly out of the ordinary in the ingredient list. We got to use the big mixing machines with the big dough hooks to bring it all together. After forming a big ball of dough we covered it in plastic and covered that with a big bowl to let it rise. From there we all gathered back to the front of the class to watch chef demonstrate how to knot the bread. He was very deft in tying the dough. For some of the knots he did it so fast that it was almost a case of blink-and-you’ll-miss-it speeds.

After the demos we were all sent back to our stations. The ball of dough belonging to my partner and I had doubled in size causing the covering bowl to come off the table. We divided the big ball into 36 pieces, giving us 18 each. From there we rolled each piece into a tight ball before rolling it into a long tube. We had to knot each tube using the techniques we were shown. When I was giving it a go I ended up screwing up the knots several times. I was having trouble with doing a simple single knot. Each time I did it I thought it didn’t look right and I ended up re-balling the dough to start over. This carried on several times. As a result I started falling behind. There came a point where everyone else was done knotting their dough, topped everything, and racked the sheets in prep for oven time. Meanwhile I was scrambling to get my act together. I eventually figured out the single knot, double knot and even some braiding. Once I finished I started running around the classroom finding different items to top the rolls. I ended up choosing cheddar, sea salt, poppy seeds, and parmesan cheese for the different rolls.

Honestly, at out low levels things aren’t all that stressful in class. Once in a while though there are moment where I feel like I’m under the gun. I say it’s better not to rush things. The act of rushing can result in shoddy work. If I hurried my knots I probably would have ended up with more wonky rolls than I’d want. In the end, I’m rather proud of the results. Thing is, I don’t like it when I’m holding up the class either. I’ve got to find a balance point, I guess. In a real life bakery kitchen scenario I’m sure things would be a lot more hectic. Better to know that I can handle things under pressure, right?

Back to sensible

Back in July of 2007 I decided to do something a bit hardcore to this blog in order to challenge myself. I started blogging daily as a way to keep my writing skills sharp and to practice the art of daily gratitude. I mean, even when I wrote a ranting post I still managed to take a moment to think about all of the great things happening in my life. It’s been useful, and I don’t regret it one bit. Finding time back then wasn’t so bad because I really had a fair bit of time on my hands; writing sort of became habitual. I was able to capture a lot of awesome thoughts on here. When I read back at some older entries I can still feel a lot of the emotions I associated with that post. Well, that kind of brings me to where I am today. Times change, priorities change. At this point, I am not able to devote as much time to this blog as I used to.

Uh oh.

I mean, it should be obvious that I’ve been struggling. As much as I like the occasional YouTube video, I was using them to post an entry at times when I had nothing better to write. Sometimes I’d force myself to write just to get an entry in, and the resulting entry is just misshapen and wonky. Lately, I’ve fallen behind on my posts such that I’ve had to backdate posts to keep the streak going. Most of all, the pressure to get posts out regularly is making writing less fun. That’s no good. I need to reclaim the blog and not let it control me, know what I mean?

So, no, I’m not giving this sucker up. No: that’d be sort of like cutting off a limb, right? Right now, I’m going to revert the blog to a not-daily model. If I am fatigued and find myself without anything to write about I just won’t write. Seems simple enough. I think I had a bit of a fear of breaking the streak to be honest. I didn’t want anyone to go “oooh look at that…he couldn’t keep it going after all.” Well, at this point I really don’t give a damn. I still plan on writing frequently, but doing so more leisurely. Really, that’s how things should be. I’m going back to sensible. I’m hoping this will reinvigorate me. So hey, this isn’t an ending–this is a transformation.

Rock on.

Oh, garlic

Oh, garlic! How I love you. However, must you stay with me for so long?
@jnery
Jay Nery

Well, I suppose there are worse things in the world than garlic farts. Uh huh.

Baby and bulldog

“You haven’t changed a bit!”

“You haven’t changed a bit! You still look the same!”

Really? I hadn’t seen this person in about five years. In this period there’s been so much in terms of change and transformation. Of course, it’s not like she could judge all of the internal shifts that have gone on with just a minute of conversation. From a physical perspective though, does it genuinely look like nothing changed? I know no harm was intended, but considering all of the hard work, sweat, and tears I’ve expended in an attempt to be a better Jason, saying that I’m still the same person as I was five years ago is kind of sad. And if I want to take it a step further, I could say it’s insulting. Thing is, she was being nice. She was trying to make a connection. In the end, what she says doesn’t really matter because it has no bearing whatsoever on our acquaintance status. So here I am just stewing in my own juices, extrapolating things too far for my own sanity. I suppose in some respects I haven’t changed much in five years after all.

Garter in hand

So earlier I headed out to a Chinese wedding banquet. It was my first time heading to one of those so I was really grateful to the happy new couple. Being invited to enjoy a 12-course meal: yes, please! The evening had several events interspersed. This included the bouquet and garter toss. The bouquet was picked up by a little kid. When it came to the garter toss all of the single guys were invited up. I dutifully went up. I was kind of centred behind the groom. Off to my left were a large bunch of other singles. In my mind I was willing the garter to head out to where most of the gentlemen were standing. Only seemed right. I didn’t want to bother being part of the scramble to get the thing. Seriously. I just want to participate and cheer people on. I was just going to keep my hands in my pockets. So, when the toss came, a couple of small kids scrambled to line themselves up. Then, that’s when the inexplicable happened. The flying garter was in my line of sight. Perhaps as a reflex I snatched the thing like a lethargic ninja–without speed, but almost automatically. As soon as I grabbed it, I was like, “Oh shiiiiiiiiit.”

Well, no, there was no chance I’d dance with the bouquet catcher (I’m not a pedo). So I guess tradition narrows it down to the idea that I’m next to get married. HAH. Requires a couple of steps in between (naturally). However catching the damn thing is putting some thing in focus. Am I at a point where Im actually going to put some damn effort and energy into that sphere of my life? If I’m being honest it’s more likely that I’ll just come up with some excuse and say that I’m just not in a state where I can accept someone new in my life. Not forcing the hand of fate.

Just work hard

Earlier today I was feeling a great deal of self-doubt. I think I was feeling uneasy with regards to my bootcamp class. I got into a headspace where I was being self-defeating and telling myself that I wasn’t all that strong. I said that I kind of didn’t belong there because everyone else is so much fitter and stronger. I felt like a poser of sorts. I ended up emailing a friend to see if I could get some encouragement. She kindly reminded me that everyone is there to get fitter and stronger.

You’re the best you that you’ve got at the moment.

It’s true. I deserve to be there as much as everyone else. As long as I’m putting in the effort, I’m going to continue to improve. With all of that in mind I headed out to class. I learned how to do a front squat with a bar, and then extended that to learn thrusters. With that knowledge we tackled a workout that involved three sets of movements with 21, 15, then 9 reps each. Each set consisted of that many thrusters followed by the same amount of pull ups. To be clear: 21 thrusters, 21 pull ups, 15 thrusters, 15 pull ups, 9 thrusters, 9 pull ups. Combine that with the usual warm up of 400 m of rowing, 20 each of squats, sit ups, push ups, kettle bell swings, pull ups and it looks like I put in a good day of work. It’s amazing. I never would have imagined that I’d be doing all of that in one hour at the beginning of boot camp. I’m already improving. I guess I lost site of the fact. No more of that. No more feeling sorry. Just work hard. There’s nothing else to do.

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