CrossFit July 4th AM vs. PM Smackdown

The people in this post have become my second family.  They are the reason I get out of bed in the wee hours, ride my bike in 15F weather, run through miles in the mud, self-flagellate doing double-unders, and suffer through WODs that leave me unable walk normally for a week (thanks Murph!).  They are also the reason that when I celebrated my birthday the day after this workout I was a stronger, fitter and happier person and not just a year older and wiser.

Our future's so bright.

Our future's so bright.

The sundowners.

The sundowners.

While the a.m. crew talked a good game, even our coordinating t-shirts and sunglasses could not overcome the brute strength and wily strategizing of the p.m. crew.  Their efficient use of time overwhelmed the a.m. crew who seemed to be just running in endless circles.

Pam getting her squat on.

Pam getting her squat on.

Sled drag from Hell.

Sled drag from Hell.

When it came to the sled drag, we saw any potential for a win spiral out of our reach as we dumped our weights twice.  If only it could have come down the tie breaker.  With his ridiculous strength-weight ratio, Andy easily crushed the "hang onto the bar as long as you can" workout.

Hanging out.

Hanging out.

Andy "aka Speed Monkey" FTW!

Andy "aka Speed Monkey" FTW!

 

If one suffers we all suffer. Togetherness is strength. Courage.

Jean-Bertrand Aristide

The champions.

The champions.

Coach Steve and his less hirsute and seriously adorable clone.

Coach Steve and his less hirsute and seriously adorable clone.