In the morning I ran 1 mile (11:48 ) and walked another quarter. I was wearing the Nike Free shoes for the first time in a long time. Running and walking in them is a very different sensation from normal shoes, so I decided not to overdo it the first day (plus I was short on time.)
In the afternoon I cleaned 35 fifty pound bags of cattle cake into the top of an automatic cake feeder. Not really a workout, but it’s nice to know I can use my CrossFit for practical purposes. It was relatively easy, aside from the fact that the bags are so awkward to handle.
This evening I did:
Front Squat 1-1-1-1-1-1-1-1-1-1 reps
I’m pretty sure I can squat at least 95, but I don’t have a squat rack and I know I can’t clean it, because I tried. I also tried rigging up a makeshift rack out of coolers, boxes, books and a table. I know this sounds like a reasonably good idea, but strangely it did not work out as I had hoped. In fact the whole arrangement (with 85 pounds on the bar) crashed down in a spectacular Rube Goldberg-like chain reaction. It kind of happened in slow motion: the bar rolled off one end, hit the ground, flipped the other end in the air right past my nose, knocked one spring clip off and spilled the weight on one side, then the other side flipped up and knocked over some boxes, which knocked over the coolers.
It was actually kind of funny, in a I’m-lucky-I-didn’t-get-hurt kind of way. Plus there was an impressive amount of noise which brought my mother (who was watching tv upstairs) running down to see what happened. I said “Trust me, you don’t want to know.” Although she probably was a witness to many such catastrophes over the years with my dad. Definitely something I inherited from him.