Functional Training

Right now some of you are yelling that you are not going to drink the Koolaid.

I get it. Seriously, I was you. I was actually tricked into joining. Bamboozled even!

For everyone else who is confused by my ranting here is what I'm talking about.

Functional Training is a tern for Crossfit.

But hold on one minute before you totally ignore me or start ranting about how you don't want to be the best at exercising.

There is a reason Crossfit is called Functional Training.

I'm talking to you moms!

You know that battle to only make one trip with the groceries?

Functional Fitness

You know how your toddler wants to ride on your back for an hour?

Functional Fitness

You know that balancing act you perform while you read one more bedtime story on the edge of the bed packed with a small child and every stuffed animal ever made?

Functional Fitness

You know when you run along the sidelines of your kid's soccer game trying to get the perfect "action shot"?

Functional Fitness

You know when you bend down to tie your little one's shoe for the 100th time?

Functional Fitness

Basically what I'm saying is that Crossfit is for you.

So this is my plea to you ladies to join me at the YMCA and try out a class.

Is it hard? YES

Is it worth it? YES

Will you be able to "keep up"? YES

Another 365 days on this earth.

Next week I turn 43.

Forty-Three Years Old.

I should FEEL old. I should be slowing down right? Finding a nice relaxing hobby like knitting or fast mall walking. Maybe wear a lot more velour.

All of these are solid options.

FUCK THAT.

In the last month, I got to fight Tim Kennedy, I competed in a Crossfit competition and I signed up for the Ranger Up Grappling Tournament.

I have no plans to slow down. 

No plans to "go easy".

I wish I had found this purpose earlier in life but since I don't have a time machine that kind of thinking is useless so instead I'm just going to keep pushing forward. 

Keep striving to be better, faster, stronger, HARDER TO KILL.

So no pressure. No guilt. But if you're ready to join me let me know.

Like so many other things the first step is the hardest.

The End of Summer: a Tale of Blood, Sweat, and Tears

I've spent the summer doing stupid things.

Things to test myself.

(like another NewBreed tournament)

Things to prove I'm not growing old.

Things to see just how good my insurance is.

(like an almost broken finger)

But before the Summer can end I wanted to add one more thing to the list.


I tried to exercise better than anyone else. 


I know that's a weird statement but I'm not sure there is a better way to describe Crossfit.

Yes, I said the dreaded C word.

I know Crossfit is like a lightning rod for people who want to be fit. Everyone seems to either know someone who got super jacked or super jacked up.

I have drunk the kool-aid though. I'm in 100% mostly because my coach is awesome.

You might be thinking that's my opinion but you are wrong. It's FACT.

Seriously, Check this guy out.

Just kidding.


Although that is him that picture is deceptive. I mean he only leaned back for like 30 seconds but I'm quick with the camera.

Whatever. That isn't the point.

Somehow this unassuming bearded gentleman tricked me into CrossFit. I just wanted to "lift some weights".


Thanks to him this past weekend I got 2nd best exerciser. **

** aged 40-44, scaled.

If you want to see me in action you can click on the links below. It's painful to watch. I mean even I want to scream at myself to go faster even though I know at the time I was thinking about murdering people. Or passing out. Or a combination of the two. I certainly wasn't thinking about writing this post to thank the sleepy guy in the picture above.

box jump burpees and high knees

400m row, 21 kettlebell snatches, and 12 ring rows

* note to self. Maybe less bending over when you are being videotaped.

It isn't just him though. It's the people who cheer each other on. Who tell you how awesome you are when you feel like you're failing. It's the people who laugh when you slip in your own sweat. It's the people who curse the work out of the day (WOD) with you because double unders are the worst except for maybe thrusters. Those are also horrible.

These people never have egos. Seriously, and some of them should, they are so badass.