Monday, November 29, 2010

positively fran

swim - 250 warmup. then 20 x 100s on 20 seconds rest. The 100s started at 1:39 and got slower each round by 1 seconds til i got to 1:42 i was able to maintain that for a few then it was slower by the second until I got to 1:45 which is where the rest of the reps ended up. Did this with my friend jeff who was kind enough to watch the rest clock for me and to beat my ass in every rep. 100 breaststroke to cool down.

cd wod - the much hated "Fran"! at women's rx which is
21 - 15- 9 of
65 lb Thrusters ( from the ground - front squat to overhead press)
pullups
time 8:26. 10 seconds faster than last time I did it. I lost some time taking gloves off during the wod. I was trying to protect my hands because they are such a mess but I just hate wearing gloves. I also dropped the bar a bunch of times so I had to clean it everytime from the ground. I also ended up doing a lot of 1 rep pullups so I had to reset the kip everytime, not the fastest way but I made it through it. I always dread this workout. It is one of my least favorite.

bfast - 2 sccops vega wfo w/coconut water
bfast#2 - 2 cups soy yogurt, 1 cup blueberries, 2 tbsp ground flax, 1 scoop vega wfo
lunch - 6 ounces tempeh bacon & vega vibrnacy bar
dinner - 7 ounces grit tofu, 1 cup yams


Bob Dylan summaries my feeling about fran below in positively 4th street.
You got a lotta nerve
To say you are my friend
When I was down
You just stood there grinning

You got a lotta nerve
To say you got a helping hand to lend
You just want to be on
The side that’s winning

You say I let you down
You know it’s not like that
If you’re so hurt
Why then don’t you show it

You say you lost your faith
But that’s not where it’s at
You had no faith to lose
And you know it

I know the reason
That you talk behind my back
I used to be among the crowd
You’re in with

Do you take me for such a fool
To think I’d make contact
With the one who tries to hide
What he don’t know to begin with

You see me on the street
You always act surprised
You say, “How are you?” “Good luck”
But you don’t mean it

When you know as well as me
You’d rather see me paralyzed
Why don’t you just come out once
And scream it

No, I do not feel that good
When I see the heartbreaks you embrace
If I was a master thief
Perhaps I’d rob them

And now I know you’re dissatisfied
With your position and your place
Don’t you understand
It’s not my problem

I wish that for just one time
You could stand inside my shoes
And just for that one moment
I could be you

Yes, I wish that for just one time
You could stand inside my shoes
You’d know what a drag it is
To see you

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