Monthly Archives: October 2013

Testing Day

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dead lift

My son and I walked into the box  to discover it was ‘Testing Day.’

Testing Day was reminiscent of a health clinic. But instead of hitting your knees with a little hammer or listening to your heart with a stethoscope, the guys with clipboards watch as you do shoulder presses and wall balls.

The knee hammer is probably more fun.

Actually, Crossfit, even on a day where the WOD is replaced with a health inspection, is fun for me. And I can’t help but think of the similarities between testing day and a visit to a German health clinic:

  • You go into a big room with a bunch of other people–many of them you’ve seen before
  • You fill out paperwork
  • You ask someone to translate the hard words, which turn out to be ‘easy’ words
  • You guesstimate your weight and height, because you can’t convert inches to centimeters off-hand
  • You’re suddenly much taller and skinnier on paper than you are in real life
  • Everyone complains about the slow service, & for those of us who are English-speakers, the communication problems.
  • You go to the proper ‘station’ at the proper time
  • First come, first served
  • You hope the guys with the clipboards know what they’re doing
  • The guys with clipboards scrawl things on your paperwork
  • You hope that by the end of the visit, you’ll come away healthier
  • When you do finish, you feel a sense of camaraderie with others who’ve just endured the same thing
  • They will want to re-evaluate in 8 weeks

The only difference is that in a German health clinic, you take a number and sit around and read a book until they get to you. At Crossfit, you stand there talking and rolling out your hips and/or shoulders.

While I DO love seeing improvement, I’m not going to stress about the testing day or the follow-up. As our Coach Rob likes to say, “It’s all good!”

And it is.

Every bit of Crossfit, even two solid minutes of wall balls, is good–especially when you’re fertig.

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Things My Labrador Has Eaten

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Caught in the act!

Caught in the act

A friend of mine recently adopted a labrador, and so naturally, the conversation turned quickly from training techniques to the incredible things labradors eat.

Let me preface this by saying I do not ALLOW my dog to eat junk that could harm him–but he is lightening fast when it comes to eating, and sometimes he’s choking down something before I can bat an eyelash. He is quite literally a garbage disposal on four legs.

Obviously, I love this crazy dog, and I don’t want him to get sick or be harmed by something he eats, and I am in NO way promoting the idea that you should allow your labrador to eat everything. I’m just saying that the world is not puppy-proof, and there’s only so much I can do. He is, after all, a canine who loves eating more than life itself.

He would do ANYTHING for food. Actually, he would do ANYTHING for something he THINKS is food. It’s great for training and keeping the floor clean of crumbs, but not so good for his digestion.

So, inspired by the conversation with my friend & her new puppy….

Things My Labrador has Consumed or Utterly Destroyed through Mastication
  • Tree branches
  • Corn stalks (fresh from the field)
  • Large stones (usually spit out)
  • Butterflies, grasshoppers and other assorted insects
  • Banana peel
  • Toilet paper
  • Flowers from the garden
  • House flies (encouraged)
  • His leather leash
  • Socks, socks and more socks
  • Potted Bird of Paradise plant
  • His own fur (from the dog brush)
  • Bailey’s fur (from the dog brush)
  • His dog bed
  • The zipper on his mat–yes, JUST the zipper
  • Countless stuffed dog toys
  • Manure
  • My son’s Crocs
  • Ten-pound, foam-coated hand weights
  • Bird, rabbit and deer droppings
  • Toilet water
  • A five-pound weight (the shiny kind that goes on a barbell)
  • The contents of an entire wastepaper basket
  • The cover to my daughter’s history book
  • A foam soccer ball
  • A fly swatter
  • Monopoly Money
  • A reflective dog vest
  • A fortune cookie, gold foil wrapper and all

*Nearly eaten: my favorite ear ring, plucked directly from my ear, which I was able to retrieve from his drooly mouth before he swallowed it!

Charlie is notorious for stealing stuffed animals from the children’s beds, eating his dog food in less than 45 seconds and for hoarding anything shiny. He has even been known to carry around 2 or 3 toys in his mouth at one time.

Strangely, Charlie does not eat shoes (even my goat-leather running shoes that still smell like camels from our trip to Jordan), nor does he eat garlic (though he tasted a clove that fell on the floor).

I DO give him actual bones to chew on,  (supposedly) appropriate dog toys, and he gets frequent exercise.

He simply eats with gusto. 

He is, after all, a labrador, and his zeal for eating is part of his charm.