May 2018


Lieutenant Michael Murphy was only 29 when we was killed in action in Afghanistan in 2005. His bravery, his honor, his loyalty are honored by the CrossFit community each year during the Memorial Day weekend.

We come together across the country and do the Hero WOD called Murph.

For time:
Run 1 mile
100 pull-ups
200 push-ups
300 squats
Run 1 mile
The official version has all this done while wearing a weighted vest

We are having a bit of a storm cell thing going on here in South Carolina and there has been an abundance of rain. I’m not sure if it was the pounding rain that woke me up around midnight, but since I was awake, I did notice the torrents of rain out there.

I thought to myself, “Dear God, I’m going to have be out in this crap” and then almost immediately, I was so chagrined at this stupid, stupid thought. Lt. Murphy died and I was worried about getting wet. What an asshat I can be. So I fell back to sleep knowing I could survive a workout even in the rain.

By the time I woke up, there was a lull in the downpour and when we were ready to start Murph, there was a light sprinkle which was almost just a mist. We were all out there in the rain and none of us melted.

I only do a half Murph because I’m old and feeble. So mine included a half mile walk, 50 ring rows since I can’t do a pull-up, 100 wormy but full range of motion push-ups, and then 150 squats before taking another half mile meander through the parking lot.

I was more than half way through the push-ups when I turned to Wendy, an absolutely amazing athlete who was doing this RX, weighted vest and all, and said I might be better at this if I was 40 years younger.

No sooner were the words out of my mouth when I realized I was doing it again. Lt. Murphy was never going to get to be 65 and here I was complaining. I stopped that shit right there.

I’m sorry, Lieutenant. I’m sorry you were sent into harm’s way. I’m so sorry you died. I’m mortified that I complained. It is an honor to have had you on the same planet as me. Thank you, kind sir, for your service and dedication. May you rest in peace.

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The oddest things have kept me going. Once, I was ready to quit CrossFit because I was simply tired of being so crappy at it. But I had just bought $60 worth or pre-workout protein mix and without a workout to go to, what else would I do with it?

So I figured I would just quit when the bag ran out, except by then I had gotten past my grumpiness. My crappiness remained, but what do I expect? I mean, I’m old and weak and feeble and I work out with people in their late teens and early twenties all the way up to the mid forties. There are occasionally people in their fifties.

And then there is me. Crappy me, stumbling on, dragging my slow and weary ass to yet another class to be beaten up by my own beliefs that I should be better at this by now even though obviously, I’m not.

Well, I am better than when I started by orders of magnitude. It’s just that I’m not as better as I once thought I would be. There was a time when I believed I would get a pull-up. If I ever do, the shock might kill me. Without a pull-up in my toolkit, chest to bars are out of the question as are muscle ups. But, ring rows are good. I’m all over those things.

I used to think I could just work hard and stuff would happen. I didn’t take into account all the things in my life that make this dream an unreality. First of all, I know there are times when I could push harder at the gym. Sure, it would take me longer than everyone else and it would embarrass me to hell and back, but I could in theory do all the things and just get home in time for lunch.

Then there is my diet. I love to eat and I love coffee and chocolate and way too many things that aren’t really in line with muscle building. I do love a good salad with egg and chicken, ham, or tuna added, so there is that to be thankful for. But I don’t count my nutrients and go crazy with the diet monitoring. I am a bit picky at times, but not totally unreasonable in what I will or will not eat.

My heart is a muscle. That’s all hearts are. It would stand to reason that all this working out crap would strengthen my heart muscle just as much as my biceps, traps, and lats. If I actually look at my work load today as opposed to what I did five years ago, my heart has gotten stronger. It’s just that it is still 65 years old and behaves like it way too often.

My issues keep me from being the superstar my head would like me to be. Each time I’ve considered quitting there has been something not allowing me to give up. Maybe it was protein pre-workout mix. Maybe it was dogged determination. For whatever reason, I kicked ass today. Again.

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