Working Strength in Action
This morning’s Bootcamp.
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Where were you this morning?
Bulletin
Come train with Ivan Denisov and Valery Fedorenko at Sport Camp on February 18-19, 2012
We are hosting the 2012 WKC Fitness Trainer Certification on March 17, 2012.
funny you should ask–I had a fun morning at work (the Cheese Board) beginning at 3:30 AM. I started by making doughs, which involves heaving 50 pound bags of flour into various mixers–very reminiscent of your sandbags– then moved on to rolling dough which involves lifting garbage cans full of dough onto a table and dumping the dough out. Before IC it was a two person job–I prefer to do it alone now, even if some of my coworkers object. To cap off my day our delivery of 1 ton of flour and ingredients arrived (mostly 50#, but some 25# bags) and Steve Sutcher (ex IC’er) and I had a blast putting away 12- 25# bags of sugar (very dense). He was on the ladder and I was squatting and lifting them over my head to him. He gets credit for putting all of the rest away. It’s a workout everyday. Can you tell that I love it? Working strength is great!
I was at the pushups station wondering why just plain flat pushups aren’t enough. Hauling flour bags sounds more fun, although I would end up eating all the bread, which would be fun while it lasted but have longer lasting regrets.
Steph, you’re a genius. Should the next IC workout be flour and dough oriented? That stuff can weigh a ton, literally.
This morning, I was having the strangest dream–I was on a weird long rubber band leash at the IC, being made (by Steve, of course) to lunge on all fours, Iditarod-like, towards a client’s Toto-looking dog lying in the corner of the gym, who eyed me suspiciously as an ugly and rather bald species of canine. Steve told me I was to be a “husky,” but promised not to whip me and call out “MUSH!” It all seemed so real…
Therese you crack me up! I saw what Steve made you do, so no, you weren’t dreaming. But I felt like I was in fogland too, except I didn’t have to exert anything but my mouth (working my ‘vocal’ strength)….cheering and egging all these wonderful folks on while freezing my butt off…ahhh the joys of being a trainer:)
I try to warn people early on that Steve often compares humans to canines. He nicknamed his own son Puggy after all.
If anyone is curious, just ask him… “What kind of dog do I look like Steve?” He’s usually very honest.
You know, I think I am too sensitive these days to ask him that.