Guy- "Hey girl how much does a polar bear weigh?"
Girl- "No clue"...
Well if I was said polar bear 16 months ago, the answer would have been 254. That was the heaviest I ever was and the unhealthiest I ever felt. So I decided to make a change. I tweeted two of my virtual friends to see if they could help, but Jillian and Bob shot down my dream of Biggest Loser glory. Turns out ratings are worth their weight in gold and 254 wasn't heavy enough. Next option: MMA Fighter.
I walked into Zingano Brazilian Jiu-Jistsu to see if I could take a class. The idea of me wrestling and fighting others was just crazy enough to possibly work. I dreamed of getting in a cage just once before I was too old. I started training 4 nights a week and soon I was down to 230. Eventually I plateaued and needed something else to keep me on the shred sled. Option #2: CrossFit.
CrossFit. The Elite. The Hardcore. The Cult. The Fire Breathers. The Achilles Rupturing, Shoulder Destroying, Puking Workout... You know, I found CrossFit to be a group of people pushing their bodies in ways they never dreamed possible while cheering on their fellow WODers to be just a little better than yesterday. I am still looking for the Greg Glassman Shrine to genuflect at prior to chalking up and I would have drank the Kool-Aid if it didn't spike my GI something fierce. Call it a cult if you must. Sadly the only mass suicide you will get to experience is death by burpees. Even then everyone comes alive afterwards, no comet required. It works for me.
16 months later, I have yet to puke, no longer take anti-depressants, added 250 pounds to my deadlift, earned my blue belt in Brazilian Jiu-Jitsu, collected some sweet bruises, took second at the MBS Turkey Challenge, first at a Fight To Win Jiu Jitsu Tournament and I have made weight twice at sub 195 pounds.
Welcome to my journey. Thanks for stopping by. This is Brian As Rx.
PS: The answer to the polar bear question is, "Just heavy enough to break the ice!"
Girl- "No clue"...
I walked into Zingano Brazilian Jiu-Jistsu to see if I could take a class. The idea of me wrestling and fighting others was just crazy enough to possibly work. I dreamed of getting in a cage just once before I was too old. I started training 4 nights a week and soon I was down to 230. Eventually I plateaued and needed something else to keep me on the shred sled. Option #2: CrossFit.
CrossFit. The Elite. The Hardcore. The Cult. The Fire Breathers. The Achilles Rupturing, Shoulder Destroying, Puking Workout... You know, I found CrossFit to be a group of people pushing their bodies in ways they never dreamed possible while cheering on their fellow WODers to be just a little better than yesterday. I am still looking for the Greg Glassman Shrine to genuflect at prior to chalking up and I would have drank the Kool-Aid if it didn't spike my GI something fierce. Call it a cult if you must. Sadly the only mass suicide you will get to experience is death by burpees. Even then everyone comes alive afterwards, no comet required. It works for me.
16 months later, I have yet to puke, no longer take anti-depressants, added 250 pounds to my deadlift, earned my blue belt in Brazilian Jiu-Jitsu, collected some sweet bruises, took second at the MBS Turkey Challenge, first at a Fight To Win Jiu Jitsu Tournament and I have made weight twice at sub 195 pounds.Welcome to my journey. Thanks for stopping by. This is Brian As Rx.
PS: The answer to the polar bear question is, "Just heavy enough to break the ice!"
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