Monday Bacon: Just F’n Throw!

We had a beautiful throwing day this weekend in Cherry Valley, Illinois for Jane and Jason Clevenger’s Throw for the Cure event alongside Cherry Valley Days. The field was beautiful and the ladies (both young and Master’s) were teamed up with the Master’s and Lightweight men which meant the group was a bit big. We had already been warned that the registration was sold out and we’d have to keep things moving. Sheaf was going up in 3′ increments, etc.

The Men’s open class started over on the throwing events while our group started out on the Sheaf. Uh oh! I haven’t got the sheaf down exactly and though Jason gave me a very good quick lesson a couple of weeks ago, this was my first test. I was nervous, really nervous. After my first throw, a well intentioned friend pointed out things I did wrong. Yup. I knew I was doing things wrong. But here’s how I roll… give me a simple cue and I’ll try to do it if it makes sense. Point out various items that I’m NOT doing? Not helpful. Especially on game day. Eventually I settled in and hit 18′ again which isn’t great in the grand scheme of things but I’ll take it. Jeff Armstrong out of Wheaton Barbell was a huge help in he showed me what it should FEEL like at the block. This gives me something more to practice and I’m thankful for it. But the event got in my head a bit and I was certainly sweatin’ the small stuff from that point forward. It got  a bit long as our Sheaf group took over two hours to finish up but watching games Elite thrower Katie Steingraeber toss the sheaf was a treat.

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I feel incredibly fortunate for the opportunity to have thrown with Katie this summer. She is an amazing athlete and as a co-competitor? Fun, nice, funny and an excellent coach. She also knows how to roll on Games day. Towards the end of the day when she knew I was not on my best game she said, “On Games day, I just F’n throw.” Shut everything down and just throw. Her BF, Luke Crowley who is also a great thrower AND coach concurred. Yup. Shut everything out and just throw on games day.

This is the one thing I’ve struggled with this season. Stop practicing and launch the weights. I did it at Enumclaw; however; I noticed one main difference there. Since I was throwing with ONLY women, I didn’t have (VERY WELL MEANING) men throwing different pieces of advice to me. I just threw. That’s not to say I didn’t receive helpful advice at  the Claw, but it almost always waited until the event was over. Something to take home, chew on and practice. And this is where I need to change my games day environment.  If I have a question, I’ll ask. If a well meaning, helpful person wants to coach me as I’m throwing, I need to kindly say, “Let’s wait until I’m done with the event. My mind is already spinning and I just need to throw” or something to that affect. If you think of something better, let me know. It’s never my wish to be rude (on the field anyway) but I need to put myself first. No more coaching on games day.

I do want to say that the folks giving advice in between throws are clearly trying to help and that means a lot to me. That they’ve taken time during their throwing day to say something in between attempts to help ME throw better is beyond kind and I take it in the manner in which it’s given. But from now on, you just can’t give it during the event. Capiche?

I sought out Luke or Jeff or Katie or Master’s Hall of Famer Sue Hallen when I had a specific question and I received a concise, clear answer in return. Something I can take home and practice. On that note, throwing with fellow Masters ladies Sue and Ruth was a huge treat for me. I threw with Sue back in the snow flurries of April so we were appreciative of the warm sun this time around. Both ladies are a class act and Ruth was throwing even though she was a day out from some foot surgery. Badd. Ass.

I’m so thankful for opportunities to share the field with such great and fun athletes. I DO appreciate people wanting to help. But on Games day?

Just F’n throw!!!

I’m really exciting. I smile a lot, I win a lot, and I’m really sexy. 

Serena Williams

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Friday Jams

We’ll be in Cherry Valley on Saturday throwing in Jane and Jason Clevenger’s Throwing For The Cure event. The whole day is a fundraiser for Jane’s upcoming walk to fight Breast Cancer. So we’ll be rockin’ the Pink out. Pink nails, pink socks, pink shirts? We’ll see.

The best part about the day will be throwing with some of my favorite ladies. Topaz, Sue, Katie, Candice…you know, strong, full of ambition, chicks who don’t like to fit in. On Sunday, Bigg and I are headed back to CrossFit Barrington for a Squat/Deadlift/Strongman camp where I get to spend ANOTHER day with some awesome, strong ladies. Also the opposite of Stupid Girls but I STILL think the song is funny.

Enjoy the weekend.

I believe in pink. I believe that laughing is the best calorie burner. I believe in kissing, kissing a lot. I believe in being strong when everything seems to be going wrong. I believe that happy girls are the prettiest girls. I believe that tomorrow is another day and I believe in miracles.

Audrey Hepburn

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Mom! I’m Ok!!!

From near tragedy to endearing with the swiftness only The Facebook can produce.

There are two decent commercial gyms in our immediate area to lift at if you’re not lucky to have a garage full of iron and platforms; Animal House gym (my favorite) and Brickyard Gym. Both have owners who are awesome, John at AH and Kenny at the Brickyard. Both have a large clientele of Powerlifters; Body Builders; normal folks of all ages; and silly people. The silly people at the Brickyard are the reason I don’t go there. The screaming and grunting and not cleaning up after yourself type atmosphere doesn’t fit my style but many of the people there are so awesome and I always enjoy seeing them around town. John over at Animal House runs a pretty tight ship and is able to have (and enforce) rules while still giving lots of space to each person training.

For the most part, respect is given at each place and in fact it’s very common for our strong friends to post training videos or updates from either gym in any given week. We’re spoiled that way. When the throwing season is over, I’ll be back at AH at least once a week for some Lat Pulldowns and whatever else fun machine helped get me set up for this season.

Anyways.

Yesterday’s training video came out of the Brickyard by our friend Eric. Eric is a Milwaukee cop, a very strong Milwaukee cop. He’s tons of fun, a very sweet man, and a lifter at last spring’s Relentless meet up in Minnesooota. He’s trying out different stances and such with a new lifting suit and decided to squat 605# a couple of times. Due to his wide stance, he wasn’t able to squat in the rack so three very brave spotters stepped up to the plate and helped him out. BTW, no, I’m not posting the video. I don’t want to read any moronic comments about spotters not doing their jobs.

The first rep was fine. Strong and though a bit high, Eric knows it and knows why. The second rep found the bar sliding a little too far down Eric’s back and as his right knee shifted in towards the bottom, the lift was lost and Eric crumpled under the load. You can see the side spotters try to grab at the bar (thank god they didn’t, idiots) and the rear spot try to get the hellz out of the way. Here’s the after picture of the poor guy, taken from Eric’s FB…

Of course the immediate reaction by silly people were that the spotters didn’t do their jobs. SRSLY? Recap. A spotters job is to AID A MISSED ATTEMPT, not to dive in and grab a bar from a lifter who’s bailed. Duh. Now, lifters bail out of attempts for various reasons and I wasn’t there so I trust it was something dire since Eric is a seasoned veteran. As 605# came crashing down (rather suddenly and quickly I might add), the only option is to get the flying fok out of the way. I’m assuming these guys will think long and hard about spotting in this type situation again but the important part is that no one was hurt seriously in what could have been a pretty messy outcome. As it is, the bar crashing to the floor and four bodies strewn about looked far more dramatic than it was. Thank goodness.

The best part of this entire post? One of the last comments from Eric who first tagged a woman’s name (with his last name so safe to assume it’s a relative) and the words, ‘Mom!! I’m ok!!!!!’ It was adorable. See, no matter how old our kids get, we worry. My Zac posts pictures of himself at work over four stories high and it makes me want to throw up. He’s always sure to send a text or make a comment of “I’m ok Ma” so I won’t worry. Good boys.

At the end of the day, it’s good to have someone to go to that no matter how silly we are we can say, ‘hey, I’m ok.’

My mother had a great deal of trouble with me, but I think she enjoyed it.

Mark Twain

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The Slutification of WW

Some of my happiest childhood memories revolve around Cabin time. The nearly 4 hour trek from Minneapolis to Grand Rapids with seemingly half of all other Minnesotans on Hwy 169 every Memorial Day weekend meant the kick off of summer. Oh sure, that first weekend was a working weekend. Open up the cabin; do all the dishes in case we had mice visitors over the winter; scrub; mow; rake; laundry; etc. It also meant taking a bath in the crystal clear waters of Lake Pokegama who’s ice melted away a few short weeks ago, if we were lucky. Think ice baths are fun? Thing again.

Cabin time also meant a stop at Patterson’s bait shop for a few perishable groceries and if I were a good girl? Comic books. Cabin time was the only place we afforded such silly things and I looked forward to it all year. I had stacks of them and of course my favorite? Wonder Woman. Duh.

See, even back then when I was a skinny 9 year old (yes, that’s the last time I was skinny), I knew that a strong looking woman was what I wanted to be. Thick legs that could leap anywhere; strong upper body that could lasso a whole pile of bad guys; cool stuff. When the television show came out, I was hooked. Lynda Carter, although not muscular enough in my opinion, brought my comic book hero to life. Strong; determined; a clear sense of right and wrong; fair; reasonable; with great hair and an even greater smile. And to top it all off? I guess she looked pretty good doing it all too, I dunno. I wasn’t paying attention to that. I just knew that it would be so nice to be ‘that good.’ To live each day to your principals; to be strong; to help others. She was the best.

Through all the years, the drawings of Wonder Woman have been fairly consistent. Always strong; always fierce. Some artists give her obnoxious boob jobs, whatev. But stuff like this? This has nothing to do with Wonder Woman…

By the way, squats didn’t build that ass, a pencil did. Anyways.

See, Wonder Woman isn’t T&A. At least to me I guess. She was, and is, the culmination of everything good about a person in the force of a strong woman who yes, looks good. Porn star? Nope. Sorry boys. That wasn’t really the lesson. But if you’re someone who needs slutty pictures of role models, well, have at it. Your life is sadder than most.  At the end of the day, it has nothing to do with Wonder Woman’s place in the world. Smart people know that.

Hopefully.

Wonder Woman is lame. She flies around in an invisible jet, but she’s not invisible. I don’t get it.

Megan Fox

…No Megan, you don’t get it.

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