This is Crossfit’s workout for yesterday
Back squat, 1 rep
Shoulder Press, 1 rep
Deadlift, 1 rep
I didn’t do that. I did this:
- Deadlift till knees 115 (4X1) 135 (4X2) 160 (3X2) 175 (3X4)
- Bench press 115 (5X1) 135 (5X1) 160 (4X2) 175 (3X2) 185 (2×2) 175 (3×2) 160 (5×2) 135 (7×1) 115 (9×1)
- Flat dumbbells â€œfliesâ€10×5.
Deadlift 115 (4×1) 135 (4×1) 160 (3×2) 185 (3×5)
- Leg Curl 10X5
Usually I do kettlebell swings with that workout, but I forgot yesterday morning. I was hustling to get through my workout, shower, etc. and out to an open house I was doing for a friend. It’s amazing how you can get somewhere on time where you care to and can’t get to other places when you don’t care.
Today, I’ve got a four mile dog walk. I’m trying to decide if they both go or not. Rita has just started playing with toys. That’s not something she did when she got here. She didn’t play with toys or things she wasn’t supposed to, with the noted exception of the bicycle pump. She hasn’t done too much destruction, but she did get the dog brush yesterday, I caught her and saved it. I think compared to the amount of destruction Xica did, I’m in great shape. Xica, got into my desk drawers once and had a field day. She was relegated to the bathroom while I was at work. She ate all of the moulding off of the walls in there and finally one day chewed through the pressure hose on the toilet. She flooded my place and my landlord’s place, as he lived downstairs. This was before cell phones so I had a couple of frantic calls from him ending with, I need to go into your place. I got the first and second message and had left the office and headed home. Upon my arrival I found my landlord standing in four inches of water and Xica soaked standing there next to him wagging her tail, thrilled that I was home early and water shooting out of the pressure hose and running down the wall. He made me get all wet and turn it off. I can’t remember who rebuilt that bathroom, it was before I started doing that sort of work myself, possibly The Brother, he’ll remember for sure. The landlord was actually pissed that I did such a good job and he had to give me back my deposit.
That picture was probably taken in 1992 at the Marin Humane Society’s Canine Games. Xica owned the tennis ball toss. The purpose was to have your dog catch the tennis ball when you threw it to them. Xica never missed a tennis ball thrown to her. Ever. She was part Border Collie, part Pit Bull and part Mastiff. Her tenacity was unmatched. I’ve got a good throwing arm so I could almost always throw her a perfect strike. We never missed because of her, always me. The longest distance we had to do was the width of the Humane Society’s barn. Xica and I always practiced with the length of the barn, just to mess with the competition. We won all but one year. She was a great frisbee dog until she blew out her ACL. Put a pit bull brain in a border collie body and you get one screaming intense little dog.
She was all about throw the ball throw the ball throw the ball, like a border collie, but in her case, that message was followed up with throw the goddamned ball. She was one intense little dog. Before she blew out her ACL she was a rock hard 80 pounds of dog muscle. She scared the crap out of passers by. Then she blew out her knee and I took 10 pounds off of her. She was still scary looking to strangers, just not as big. When she passed away, she was 60 pounds, but she was also more than 15 years old. It’s been three years and I miss that dog every single day.
This was taken two weeks before she passed away. She was one great little dog. Rita is wild like Xica was. I’m hoping that Rita develops the same way Xica did, (having the same trainer and all). I see the potential for her being as great a dog as Xica was.