The best laid plans . . .

 . . . well, that's not me. But the point is the same.  I had a general idea of having started my own backyard Crossfit gym by now.  Unfortunately, life likes throwing challenges my way.

Because my brother-in-law killed my lawnmower by using 2-cycle mixed fuel, I went and bought a lawnmower I think he cannot break.

I least I don't think he can ruin this one.  You'd think him being a beaner, he'd know how to tell one type of lawnmower from another!  And it's not racist, dammit! I'm beanish, too!

It's 20" Scotts Classic Lawnmower.  I used to have one similar when I was a young'un.  I used to love that thing.  When my dad bought a powered mower, he thought it was the greatest thing ever.  No.  It fucked up my lawn.  It cut it, yeah.  But it did a horrible job.  The new ones now-a-days are awesome. But I figured if I was going to have to mow the damn lawn, I'm going to do it with some amount of pride.

My dad was pissed I wouldn't use it.  I told him I'd use it in the backyard.  The backyard was effin HUGE.  Most of it was mowed with the powered one.  The closest ten yards were trimmed with the push mower.  My dad was satisfied with that.

Anyway, because my yard looked like shit, I was gonna start working on it myself. I went to the Depot, bought the mower and immediately got a call from my mom.  She needed some stuff for the restaurant.  Crap.  I went to Smart and Final, got what she needed and headed off to the restaurant.

Halfway there, I received a call from the daughters mom (who is back in town and taking care of mommy business) asking if I can pick up my godson (he's 10). She's in a meeting arranging stuff for the daughter and her cheer career.  So sure. Why not?  I see where the day is going.  I picked him up, went to the restaurant dropped off my moms supplies and headed off to drop off my boy.

It was near dark by that time. Dammit! The days are supposed to be longer!

We waited for the daughter and her mom. We were hungry. We went to Subway. I got the Turkey/Avocado on 9-Grain, he got the BMT in a flatbread.  We went back home, ate our sammiches and waited some more . . . while kicking his ass in Halo.  He wanted to play Call of Duty, but I suck. He doesn't.  I play to my strengths.  But I must say, he's getting better. I only beat him seven out of the 10 games we played.

She finally got home, we shared a glass of wine and I split.  I got home and finally began putting the mower together.  It was twenty minute job that should have been a five minute job had I actually decided to read the stinkin' instructions.  You know how it is. Ahh, ignorance is bliss.

My brother got home with his girlfriend (hot by the way, he knows I'm committing a sin), fresh from the gym.  I asked them if they want to participate in my Crossfit workout the next day.  I let them know what we'd be doing (modified Fran: 21/15/9 of thrusters and pull-ups).  They are eager.

Dumbasses.

Then I got a call from the daughters mom.  She forgot to tell me that my godson has footballl sign-ups tomorrow.  I should be home by 7pm at the latest.  Plenty of time for a warm-up and that bitch Fran.

GD

p.s.
too lazy to check. run smiley :)

Crossfit update: 04/04/2012

Just a heads up for anyone who cares:

I've been on a Crossfit hiatus because of scheduling conflicts.  If you go back and check my previous posts, I only went to the gym about six times in one month.  Obligations come and go, and one of those obligations will soon let up and my schedule should open for me.

But . . .

Instead of taking the class, I'll be doing Crossfit at home.  I've already sold a bunch of my plates and raised half of the money I needed to replace them with bumper plates.  I didn't think I'd need to, but after trying some of the workouts with steel plates . . . well I didn't want to damage my bar or ding up my floor.

Speaking of which, I found a local feed store that has the horse stall mats for about $40.  They're 3x6's and nice and solid.  They'll make great flooring for my home gym.  I've got a full size adjustable power rack with a pull-up bar (not that I can do a stinkin pull-up), a couple of olympic bars, a couple of benches (though I don't like benching) . . . I think I've got a decent setup.

All I need now is a jump box (or plyometric box) which I'll build.  There are plenty of plans out there for them and I'm going to make one of those rectangular, multi-sided jump boxes (30"x24"x20").  If I need to go bigger, I'll begin stacking plates like at the gym.  There was this one dude there that was going from a standing jump, over four stinkin' feet!  It was awesome.

I also need to start finding landmarks on my street for distance when the WOD involves some sort of run. I've got access to one of them wheel measuring things so I can find the distances.

I do plan on visiting CF Ranch and see if I can set up a per visit plan with them, just so I can make sure my form isn't jacked up.  Last thing I want to do is get hurt while working out.  Hopefully my brother and I can spot each other.

You should begin seeing more of my love/hate of Crossfit here soon after April 15th.  I'm going to miss taking care of "The Daugher", but she won't be too far away.

GD

p.s.
i will also begin running more.  i know it's not needed with cf, but i miss running. it's therapeutic. a great way to just run problems away.

p.p.s
not gonna check, too lazy. run smiley :)