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Monday, March 16, 2009

Taking a Timeout

Monday, March 16;

After Saturday's workout Jerry called me out today to keep me from attempting pullups. I had that look on my face like my dad had just caught me doing something I knew I shouldn't be doing. The coy smile, the dough eyes.. I had the whole thing. I decided it would not be a good idea to do today's WOD (Fran), instead I put myself into timeout.

While sitting in time out I was reminded of another time in my life that I was in "timeout." I'll share.. it's a great story. Probably better told in person, but here goes..

When I was in elementary school, as you can imagine, I was quite the handful. My brother would drive me to school every morning, and on the way we'd always listen to his rap music. I adored my brother and tried to emulate everything about him. That of course meant that I would beatbox. Yes, as an 8 year old I was quite the accomplished beatboxer. Bet you didn't know.

One day during lunch, I was entertaining my friends in the cafeteria with a little rap that I had just learned and perfected. I was on a pretty good roll until the cafeteria monitor told me to stop. If I didn't stop she threatened severe punishment. Of course, I've never been one to listen to authority figures. I decided to test the boundaries. I continued showing off my new skillz. The monitor caught me, and I was in some serious trouble. My punishment was a doozy. It, for sure, scarred me as a child.

That day I had to sit next to the teachers in timeout during recess. While all of my friends and classmates ran laps around the playground, I had to beatbox as loud as I could. I wasn't allowed to stop. There I was, tears streaming down my face, beatboxing to the best of my ability. My friends kept running past me and asking if I was okay. I'd nod while I covered my mouth with my hand and gave my most dope beat. After about 15 minutes of beatboxing, my eyes were blood red with tears, my lips were ready to fall off, and my pride had been beatboxed right out of me. My future career as a rap star ended that day. Sorry Eminem. You'll have to fight the good fight alone. It would have been really fresh.



WOD
"Fran"
Did not attempt

30 calorie row
30 situps
30 box jumps
30 situps
30 KB High Pulls (45lb)
30 situps
30 Jumping Slamballs (15lb)