What is it like having the 2x World's Strongest Woman (WSW) and world record holding powerlifter, Jill Mills, as your coach? A question I hear fairly frequently, but honestly, don't think I have ever answered...outside of simply saying "awesome". So, here ya go...
First things first, your ego must comprehend the fact that there is, and will forever be, only one Jill Mills. It doesn't matter what you think you can do, how much you think you work, or how good you think you are. She has, and will, do more, work harder, and be better. Once you have grasped this concept, as well as understand that her way is better than about 99% of what you think you already know...then, and only then, you just might be able to undertake the task of learning from a legend. (And for the record, from my own personal experience, letting go of the useless crap that is tucked away in long term memory is no easy task.)
With that being said, there is one more small requirement. Passion. The all encompassing word for truly loving your sport...from the hard work you put in, to what you give back (emphasis on giving back). Jill has a unique passion for her sports, which has resulted in enormous amounts of valuable knowledge. You may never posses the same passion, or even understand it....but you sure as hell have to appreciate it in someone else.
Two years ago, when I first contacted Jill via e-mail regarding training, her response was almost immediate. I was scared shitless. It was one of those moments when you want to travel back in time, slap yourself, and say, "what were you thinking?". That fear was followed by a multitude of questions, self-doubt if you will. What was she going to think of a fat, out of shape, recovering alcoholic, has-been athlete? The answer to that: nothing. The only judgement came in the form of critiquing my horrible lifting techniques, and the possibility of what could be...not what once was.
From a lifting perspective, I have made some incredible gains. From an unweighted bar squat, yes, just the bar, to 250lbs. My all-back 315lb deadlift jumped to 360lbs when I learned to incorporate my posterior chain. In my first strongman competition, in March '13, the 400lb yoke almost killed me, now, I am working to get quicker with 500lbs. Hell, I have even grown into a squat suit that Jill let me borrow for a competition in California last year. I am still trying to decide if fitting into that miserable suit is a good thing though. However, I can not simply write a blog on numbers. Her coaching and programing success can be seen in athletes everywhere.
I was only seven months into my sobriety when I started training, still struggling to discover who I really was, and my place in life. Through lifting alone, I built confidence and began to believe in myself...but my understanding of feelings and emotions was progressing much like a game of Chutes and Ladders (Google it). Call it luck, coincidence, or meant to be, but
in finding the right lifting coach, I also found a role model for the person I desired to be.
She knew when to encourage, when to guide, and when to let me stand on my own, fail, and learn. I have tested her coaching skills, her patience, and her tolerance level more times than I even care to count. But she did not quit, nor throw me out the door...although I am sure the thought has crossed her mind...more than once. She truly wanted me to succeed, not just in the gym, but in life itself. There has not been one single day that I have left the gym, if I can physically walk out of the gym, without some new insight...to make me think, and to help me grow. Every trip to the gym, or barn, or park, or where ever the workout may take me, is a unique opportunity. You can take these moments for granted, or you can, as Jill likes to say, "embrace it".
Although the 2x World's Strongest Woman may be a living highlight reel of feats of strength, she is first and foremost a wife, a mother, a self-made woman, and a wonderful human being. In other words, she is a whole lot more than what you see in any thirty second youtube video. The visible strength is undeniable, but the unseen, internal strength is even more impressive. Being able to train with and learn from Jill is a privilege...one that I will continue to embrace for years to come.
Monday, November 17, 2014
Wednesday, October 29, 2014
Strongman 101
The ever popular "steps to success" and "you can do it" articles and blogs have recently cast their shadow in the world of strength sports. Many being written by so-called, or should I say, self-proclaimed athletes, who are no more athletes than I am a world famous chef. Everyone, including myself, critiques the uneducated CrossFit coaches that pop up, but the "created by social media"...dare I use the word again...athlete, with their two cent opinions, are being embraced and praised.
So, I figure with one year and four months, and upward of a dozen comps experience, I have just about reached the level of all-knowing veteran. Yes, I am being sarcastic. But even with my minimal experience, I know the life of a strength athlete is a lot tougher than the picture being painted. On that note, here is my "life is tough, suck it up" version of a list for Strongman.
1. Just Commit.
If you want to compete, pay the entry fee, and get to work. A year and a half ago, I signed up for my first comp with zero knowledge or background in strongman, and did so simply because it looked like fun. I had just enough time to get some basic "how to" on the different events, and run a yoke...twice. It has been one tremendous journey since that day, so I say this in the nicest way possible...nut up or shut up. Fear of failure, or the "it's too heavy syndrome" is just your ego telling you that you do not want to look like an ass in front of a large group of people. Fellow competitors will have a lot more respect for you if you join them in battle rather than kicking back on the sideline, and/or talking a big game.
2. Implements & Events Vary.
No matter how much you practice, or how good you become within the comforts of your training space, it is rare to find an exact replica of your equipment at a contest. Do not be surprised when the yoke is wider, a stone is lop-sided, the axle bar has a fresh coat of paint, etc., etc. The inconsistencies in the equipment are just as common as a change in the events on the day of the contest. That is strongman. Shit happens. Learn to adapt. Save yourself, and your fellow competitors, from the on-slaught of excuses that are building in your head by preparing for anything and everything...obviously, within the limits of the equipment that will be provided at the competition.
As far as equipment goes, you need to locate the closest Home Depot, lumber yard, and car salvage facility. That is it. If you can find a cheap welder, that is an added bonus! Almost everything you need to train for strongman can be pieced together in one way or another at a very low cost. It does not require the mind of an engineer, just a little creativity. If, by chance, you have money at your disposal, I will be happy to recommend the best equipment manufacturers...as well as a place to store it within walking distance of my house.
3. Gear.
Knee sleeves, wrist wraps, tacky, and about a million other items are wonderful to have, but are they absolutely necessary...no. (And yes, I include tacky as optional. Take the advise of my coach: Learn to lift stones without it...it will make you better in the long run.) As with any other sport, these additional items are not cheap. My personal recommendation is to invest in a good belt, knee sleeves, and several roles of athletic tape to get started. With competition experience, you will learn what else you might need, or want to invest in. Truck pulls do not require rock climbing shoes, stone loading does not require stone sleeves, overhead pressing does not require ten ply elbow sleeves...stick with the basics until you have an understanding of the movements of the sport. With the money you save, you will be able to enter more contests, or travel to a larger one.
4. Comfort Food.
There are no grass fed, free range, gluten free, non-grain, veggie filled, pop-tarts. But you will see a lot of them at a competition. If you haven't noticed by now, strongmen and women eat...a lot. There are no specific dietary boundaries. Everything under the sun is free game. There is no one standing around waiting to ask about your Paleo to cheat meal percentages. If you choose to consume Big Red Zero and Chunky Chips Ahoy, then so be it. You eat to fuel your body for a day of competition or training...whatever works, works.
5. Patience.
You may possess incredible raw strength. You may be technically proficient. You may be a great competitor. You may have the greatest training crew or coach on the face of the planet. Problem is...can you put all the pieces together for a single sixty second event? How about five events? And then what about a two day competition? Most people are not born with every single factor associated with being a successful competitive athlete. It takes time, and a whole lot of practice, to develop the physical and mental strength to become more than a weekend warrior. Most will not achieve over night success, so be patient with your training. Learn and practice the basic elements of an event, from the actual lifting technique, to transitions, to foot speed. In other words, check your ego, unload the implement, and do it right, with light weight. This process will be very beneficial in the long term.
6. Love or Hate.
If you love strongman, you will know it by the completion of the first event in your first competition, or possibly the first day lifting a stone or carrying a yoke. It is definitely not a sport for everyone. Some will fail to find the challenge in it, while focusing on their short-comings. Some can't handle getting beat up day in and day out. And others are looking for a pay day, that of which strongman will unlikely provide. If you love it, you will find any way to train, make room in your training schedule for torturous event days, research every available article and video in order to get better, and possibly employ the help of a coach. Then, you will spend more time trying to perfect techniques, and alternative ways to train for events for which you do not have proper equipment, than you ever spent studying for high school algebra. If you hate it, you will turn the overpriced stone you purchased into a yard ornament, and settle for a return to the local globo gym.
7. Learn.
You live. You learn. You fail. You learn some more. Not every contest will be your best. Even if you do come out on top, there will be, in the back of your mind, something you could have done better. If not, you need to re-read the point I made about checking your ego. There will always be that one event where you had a specific rep count planned, but you failed to hit it, or a specific time frame in which to finish, but didn't make it. These are the things that make you better, and push you beyond what you thought was possible. Embrace the learning curve of failures and mistakes.
Finally, learning the technical aspects of this sport may require a coach of some sort. If your thinking about hiring one for programming, nutrition, or specific event training...DO YOUR RESEARCH. Hiring someone based on a well-known name, number of contest wins, or the fact that they are strongman certified by a self-proclaimed elite fitness company, does not mean they are capable of educating a tree stump. Behind the walls of a Google search engine and social media is more info than you truly need to make a well educated decision. Use it. It is not every day that you find a multi-time world champion, proven programer, and technically proficient instructor, right in your backyard. But if you do the research, there is no telling what you may find.
So, I figure with one year and four months, and upward of a dozen comps experience, I have just about reached the level of all-knowing veteran. Yes, I am being sarcastic. But even with my minimal experience, I know the life of a strength athlete is a lot tougher than the picture being painted. On that note, here is my "life is tough, suck it up" version of a list for Strongman.
1. Just Commit.
If you want to compete, pay the entry fee, and get to work. A year and a half ago, I signed up for my first comp with zero knowledge or background in strongman, and did so simply because it looked like fun. I had just enough time to get some basic "how to" on the different events, and run a yoke...twice. It has been one tremendous journey since that day, so I say this in the nicest way possible...nut up or shut up. Fear of failure, or the "it's too heavy syndrome" is just your ego telling you that you do not want to look like an ass in front of a large group of people. Fellow competitors will have a lot more respect for you if you join them in battle rather than kicking back on the sideline, and/or talking a big game.
2. Implements & Events Vary.
No matter how much you practice, or how good you become within the comforts of your training space, it is rare to find an exact replica of your equipment at a contest. Do not be surprised when the yoke is wider, a stone is lop-sided, the axle bar has a fresh coat of paint, etc., etc. The inconsistencies in the equipment are just as common as a change in the events on the day of the contest. That is strongman. Shit happens. Learn to adapt. Save yourself, and your fellow competitors, from the on-slaught of excuses that are building in your head by preparing for anything and everything...obviously, within the limits of the equipment that will be provided at the competition.
As far as equipment goes, you need to locate the closest Home Depot, lumber yard, and car salvage facility. That is it. If you can find a cheap welder, that is an added bonus! Almost everything you need to train for strongman can be pieced together in one way or another at a very low cost. It does not require the mind of an engineer, just a little creativity. If, by chance, you have money at your disposal, I will be happy to recommend the best equipment manufacturers...as well as a place to store it within walking distance of my house.
3. Gear.
Knee sleeves, wrist wraps, tacky, and about a million other items are wonderful to have, but are they absolutely necessary...no. (And yes, I include tacky as optional. Take the advise of my coach: Learn to lift stones without it...it will make you better in the long run.) As with any other sport, these additional items are not cheap. My personal recommendation is to invest in a good belt, knee sleeves, and several roles of athletic tape to get started. With competition experience, you will learn what else you might need, or want to invest in. Truck pulls do not require rock climbing shoes, stone loading does not require stone sleeves, overhead pressing does not require ten ply elbow sleeves...stick with the basics until you have an understanding of the movements of the sport. With the money you save, you will be able to enter more contests, or travel to a larger one.
4. Comfort Food.
There are no grass fed, free range, gluten free, non-grain, veggie filled, pop-tarts. But you will see a lot of them at a competition. If you haven't noticed by now, strongmen and women eat...a lot. There are no specific dietary boundaries. Everything under the sun is free game. There is no one standing around waiting to ask about your Paleo to cheat meal percentages. If you choose to consume Big Red Zero and Chunky Chips Ahoy, then so be it. You eat to fuel your body for a day of competition or training...whatever works, works.
5. Patience.
You may possess incredible raw strength. You may be technically proficient. You may be a great competitor. You may have the greatest training crew or coach on the face of the planet. Problem is...can you put all the pieces together for a single sixty second event? How about five events? And then what about a two day competition? Most people are not born with every single factor associated with being a successful competitive athlete. It takes time, and a whole lot of practice, to develop the physical and mental strength to become more than a weekend warrior. Most will not achieve over night success, so be patient with your training. Learn and practice the basic elements of an event, from the actual lifting technique, to transitions, to foot speed. In other words, check your ego, unload the implement, and do it right, with light weight. This process will be very beneficial in the long term.
6. Love or Hate.
If you love strongman, you will know it by the completion of the first event in your first competition, or possibly the first day lifting a stone or carrying a yoke. It is definitely not a sport for everyone. Some will fail to find the challenge in it, while focusing on their short-comings. Some can't handle getting beat up day in and day out. And others are looking for a pay day, that of which strongman will unlikely provide. If you love it, you will find any way to train, make room in your training schedule for torturous event days, research every available article and video in order to get better, and possibly employ the help of a coach. Then, you will spend more time trying to perfect techniques, and alternative ways to train for events for which you do not have proper equipment, than you ever spent studying for high school algebra. If you hate it, you will turn the overpriced stone you purchased into a yard ornament, and settle for a return to the local globo gym.
7. Learn.
You live. You learn. You fail. You learn some more. Not every contest will be your best. Even if you do come out on top, there will be, in the back of your mind, something you could have done better. If not, you need to re-read the point I made about checking your ego. There will always be that one event where you had a specific rep count planned, but you failed to hit it, or a specific time frame in which to finish, but didn't make it. These are the things that make you better, and push you beyond what you thought was possible. Embrace the learning curve of failures and mistakes.
Finally, learning the technical aspects of this sport may require a coach of some sort. If your thinking about hiring one for programming, nutrition, or specific event training...DO YOUR RESEARCH. Hiring someone based on a well-known name, number of contest wins, or the fact that they are strongman certified by a self-proclaimed elite fitness company, does not mean they are capable of educating a tree stump. Behind the walls of a Google search engine and social media is more info than you truly need to make a well educated decision. Use it. It is not every day that you find a multi-time world champion, proven programer, and technically proficient instructor, right in your backyard. But if you do the research, there is no telling what you may find.
Monday, October 20, 2014
Reno/Tahoe
Following a delayed connection in San Diego, I finally reached the once grand city of Reno, Nevada...up to this point, a place I had only heard about in stories. I loaded up my bags on a hotel shuttle, along with my coach, and a well-known 120lb powerlifter out of Cali, sat back and enjoyed the fifteen minute ride to Circus Circus.
Let me start by saying this...based on the hotel name alone, I expected the worst. If you have ever been to the one in Vegas, it is pretty damn nasty, and full of screaming kids. The one in Reno is quite the opposite, except for the kids occupying the game area on the weekends. I may not recommend Reno as a vacation hotspot, but if you are there, Circus Circus is definitely a highlight. (I will be waiting on my commission check for that plug.)
Friday morning more than 200 athletes were scheduled to weigh in from 10am to 1pm and 5pm to 7pm. I made my way downstairs around 9am, knowing there would be a crowd of men and women in the midst of last minute weight cuts. From the top of the stairs, there were several groups standing around talking, with a line of mostly women woven through the center. About half way down the stairs, I discovered an additional four to five rows of athletes, seated, facing an empty folding table...most looking completely miserable spitting in cups and wearing more layers than a southerner in a snow storm.
I was greeted with an invitation to the back of the line, as I hugged a fellow competitor from the northwest. I am sure my face said it all, but glad my thoughts (I am not standing in a fuckin line!) did not come out of my mouth. I spoke to several other strongwomen that I had not seen in a while, then headed back up the stairs to enjoy a big breakfast, leaving behind an enormous crowd of starving athletes, and a two to two and a half hour wait.
Yes, the line to spend two seconds on a digital scale had reached a waiting period that exceeded my tolerance level by about two hours and twenty-seven minutes. And yes, my breakfast at a cafe inside the casino was delicious. My coach and I spent about an hour or so after breakfast wandering around the three connected casinos. I dropped twenty bucks on the upcoming NE Husker game...they were +7 and covered with a five point loss. My all-time favorite penny slot machine, Texas Tea, stole another twenty, and then paid out $54 on the bonus game. With an extra fifty in my pocket, that was the end of my gambling for the weekend.
One last check on the line to weigh-in, still 2+ hours, and we were off to rent a car to drive up to Tahoe. The hike down to the rental company allowed me to see enough of Reno to realize that it has not changed or been updated since the early 70's. And currently, not a place I would venture out in after dark. Enterprise hooked us up with a fat red convertible for the day. A quick stop at the hotel to pick up the most recently named America's Strongest Woman, who had survived the weigh-in, and we were off to Tahoe.
A forty-five minute drive southwest, lined with enormous pine trees and out of season ski slopes, landed us in the town of King's Beach, and on the north side of Lake Tahoe. Although the roads of this small town were under construction, the waterfront area was very serene. The ice cold lake was not ideal for your water sports enthusiast, but the backdrop of mountains, one even snow-capped, was a sight-seers dream come true...in the most literal sense. We snapped a few pictures, loaded up, and headed east to a town appropriately named Incline Village. The town sits more than six thousand feet above sea level on enormous cliffs, and apparently is known as the tax escape for California's wealthy.
Lakeshore Drive took us through a residential area with scenic views of Crystal Bay.
As we turned back toward the highway, we stumbled on a small shopping strip that included an even smaller restaurant. However, the five table-top deck out front, nestled under the pine trees, was a huge selling point...that and we were hungry. Kicking back with a table full of food and good friends in this quiet little town...I could not have asked for a more relaxing and enjoyable day.
The final leg of our afternoon getaway was a windy, and slightly chilly drive on a mountainous road back to Reno. Once back in the valley, I hit up the 5pm weigh-in...with no wait. I walked right in, got on the scale, picked up my competitor ID, had my number tattooed on my arm in sharpie, and got a gift bag packed full of four random sample supplements. The always entertaining, aka filled with dumb questions, rules meeting finished off the day. All that was left was sleep, and two days of competition.
Let me start by saying this...based on the hotel name alone, I expected the worst. If you have ever been to the one in Vegas, it is pretty damn nasty, and full of screaming kids. The one in Reno is quite the opposite, except for the kids occupying the game area on the weekends. I may not recommend Reno as a vacation hotspot, but if you are there, Circus Circus is definitely a highlight. (I will be waiting on my commission check for that plug.)
Friday morning more than 200 athletes were scheduled to weigh in from 10am to 1pm and 5pm to 7pm. I made my way downstairs around 9am, knowing there would be a crowd of men and women in the midst of last minute weight cuts. From the top of the stairs, there were several groups standing around talking, with a line of mostly women woven through the center. About half way down the stairs, I discovered an additional four to five rows of athletes, seated, facing an empty folding table...most looking completely miserable spitting in cups and wearing more layers than a southerner in a snow storm.
I was greeted with an invitation to the back of the line, as I hugged a fellow competitor from the northwest. I am sure my face said it all, but glad my thoughts (I am not standing in a fuckin line!) did not come out of my mouth. I spoke to several other strongwomen that I had not seen in a while, then headed back up the stairs to enjoy a big breakfast, leaving behind an enormous crowd of starving athletes, and a two to two and a half hour wait.
Yes, the line to spend two seconds on a digital scale had reached a waiting period that exceeded my tolerance level by about two hours and twenty-seven minutes. And yes, my breakfast at a cafe inside the casino was delicious. My coach and I spent about an hour or so after breakfast wandering around the three connected casinos. I dropped twenty bucks on the upcoming NE Husker game...they were +7 and covered with a five point loss. My all-time favorite penny slot machine, Texas Tea, stole another twenty, and then paid out $54 on the bonus game. With an extra fifty in my pocket, that was the end of my gambling for the weekend.
One last check on the line to weigh-in, still 2+ hours, and we were off to rent a car to drive up to Tahoe. The hike down to the rental company allowed me to see enough of Reno to realize that it has not changed or been updated since the early 70's. And currently, not a place I would venture out in after dark. Enterprise hooked us up with a fat red convertible for the day. A quick stop at the hotel to pick up the most recently named America's Strongest Woman, who had survived the weigh-in, and we were off to Tahoe.
A forty-five minute drive southwest, lined with enormous pine trees and out of season ski slopes, landed us in the town of King's Beach, and on the north side of Lake Tahoe. Although the roads of this small town were under construction, the waterfront area was very serene. The ice cold lake was not ideal for your water sports enthusiast, but the backdrop of mountains, one even snow-capped, was a sight-seers dream come true...in the most literal sense. We snapped a few pictures, loaded up, and headed east to a town appropriately named Incline Village. The town sits more than six thousand feet above sea level on enormous cliffs, and apparently is known as the tax escape for California's wealthy.
Lakeshore Drive took us through a residential area with scenic views of Crystal Bay.
As we turned back toward the highway, we stumbled on a small shopping strip that included an even smaller restaurant. However, the five table-top deck out front, nestled under the pine trees, was a huge selling point...that and we were hungry. Kicking back with a table full of food and good friends in this quiet little town...I could not have asked for a more relaxing and enjoyable day.
The final leg of our afternoon getaway was a windy, and slightly chilly drive on a mountainous road back to Reno. Once back in the valley, I hit up the 5pm weigh-in...with no wait. I walked right in, got on the scale, picked up my competitor ID, had my number tattooed on my arm in sharpie, and got a gift bag packed full of four random sample supplements. The always entertaining, aka filled with dumb questions, rules meeting finished off the day. All that was left was sleep, and two days of competition.
Thursday, October 9, 2014
Nationals: Events
Nine months of strongman preparation all boils down to one weekend. Past wins, PR's, and personal achievements no longer matter. If you can't execute in these six events, you go home feeling like you have been run over by a bus, and start the process all over. For me, it will be three months of strictly training powerlifting (squat, bench, and deadlift), with occasional strongman events thrown in for good measure. The return to event training will coincide with my first contest of 2015.
I went into this year's competition with much higher expectations of myself, after spending most of 2014 gaining strength in my basic lifts, and working on various event fundamentals. But as it turns out, I made several small mistakes that dropped me to the back of the pack early. On the very first event, the press medley, I attempted the light, 125lb, keg clean and press on a slight downhill. I successfully wasted precious time by throwing myself backward three times...finishing the lift on the third attempt, and leaving myself very little time to get reps on the mini-circus dumbell. I was able to lock out two reps, but my judge did not allow the second one at the buzzer. However, one rep still gets points, and keeps you in the game.
Event #2 was a 500lb yoke for sixty feet. This is one event I had drilled myself with in training, and had no doubt that I could post a solid time. Well, that did not happen. I struggled out of the gate, and did not get my shit together until close to the half way point. My struggle to control the yoke took its toll, and my fatigued body decided dropping the yoke prior to the finish line was a good idea. Just for the record...it's not. I finished the event with a less than stellar time, which more than tripled the time of my practice runs. In the coming year, I will continue to increase the weight and my speed on this event, so I do not repeat this performance. However, as a side note, at Nationals last year, I made it about eight feet with the same weight...so, I consider sixty feet quite an improvement.
Event #3 was a nightmare-ish carry medley. Many women were looking forward to this event...I was part of the minority. My hands pay a hefty price with any carry event, so they are definitely not on my top ten list. With a sixty foot keg carry at a reduced 150lbs, a forty foot farmers that was no where near the planned 200lbs per hand, and twenty feet of a 225lb duckwalk, I crossed the finish line by bunny hopping the duck walk implement over the line. Nightmare over. I am planing to practice heavy kettlebell swings for next season, and launch that damn duck walk implement versus having to walk with it. Trust me, if it was legal, I would absolutely do it.
The final event of day one was the car deadlift...and a big fat zero on my score sheet. If I had to pick one event to zero, it would not have been this one. Dumbell, yes...deadlift, no. I don't use straps often, but for this event, it was a given. However, I failed to strap my left hand in tight, and paid the price for it. After such a long day of events, my legs felt solid, but with each attempt, my left strap would slide, and I no longer had a grip on the bar. At the time, I was pretty pissed off with myself; but deep down, I knew it was a simple mistake that could be fixed. But I won't lie...it was not easy going to bed that night knowing my goal of a top five finish was officially over...not that it wasn't prior to this event, but a zero pretty much solidified it.
The twelve hour, four event, competition day had drained almost everything out of my body...mentally, physically, and emotionally; but just as it ended, day two began. As the two-event final day kicked off, I knew climbing out of a hole was not possible against the best of the best at Nationals. What I did not know, is that the first event would be my best of the weekend. The sixty foot, 1150lb wheelbarrow pick-up and push was a bit of an untested event...I mean, how many people have 500lb steel wheelbarrows laying around? I knew the keys would be getting off the starting line quickly, controlling the implement, and not letting go. Grip was not an issue, I could have held on for a trip around the block. I guess spending a few dollars on the Iron Mind expand your hand bands after cracking my thumb was worth every penny. My initial pick up of the weight was a bit slow, but once in motion, I had no control problems, and finished in just over fourteen seconds.
The final event of the competition was throwing, or rather "placing" three kegs of increasing weight over a bar. The weight of the kegs was dropped by 25lbs a piece to 100, 125, and 150, but the bar was raised to 54". I was given a nice little tip before the event to turn the handles to the side, allowing for a quicker pick-up. It definitely saved me a few valuable seconds. The first two kegs went over in about ten seconds, but the final keg and I battled it out for an additional twenty seconds. Those little mistakes cost me yet again.
The long two day event to crown America's Strongest was over. I ended my weekend with two pretty solid performances, going out on a much higher note than the previous day. My final ranking was fifteen out of twenty-six middle-weights. There is always so much to think about after a competition like this...but honestly, I am just happy to be able to be among those twenty-six strongwomen. It was an incredible group of competitors this year. There are not many times where you can find over fifty women in competition with each other, sharing a small competition space, sharing pain, sharing laughs, that have just one single thing in common...but that is strongman...or, should I say, strongwoman.
I went into this year's competition with much higher expectations of myself, after spending most of 2014 gaining strength in my basic lifts, and working on various event fundamentals. But as it turns out, I made several small mistakes that dropped me to the back of the pack early. On the very first event, the press medley, I attempted the light, 125lb, keg clean and press on a slight downhill. I successfully wasted precious time by throwing myself backward three times...finishing the lift on the third attempt, and leaving myself very little time to get reps on the mini-circus dumbell. I was able to lock out two reps, but my judge did not allow the second one at the buzzer. However, one rep still gets points, and keeps you in the game.
Event #2 was a 500lb yoke for sixty feet. This is one event I had drilled myself with in training, and had no doubt that I could post a solid time. Well, that did not happen. I struggled out of the gate, and did not get my shit together until close to the half way point. My struggle to control the yoke took its toll, and my fatigued body decided dropping the yoke prior to the finish line was a good idea. Just for the record...it's not. I finished the event with a less than stellar time, which more than tripled the time of my practice runs. In the coming year, I will continue to increase the weight and my speed on this event, so I do not repeat this performance. However, as a side note, at Nationals last year, I made it about eight feet with the same weight...so, I consider sixty feet quite an improvement.
Event #3 was a nightmare-ish carry medley. Many women were looking forward to this event...I was part of the minority. My hands pay a hefty price with any carry event, so they are definitely not on my top ten list. With a sixty foot keg carry at a reduced 150lbs, a forty foot farmers that was no where near the planned 200lbs per hand, and twenty feet of a 225lb duckwalk, I crossed the finish line by bunny hopping the duck walk implement over the line. Nightmare over. I am planing to practice heavy kettlebell swings for next season, and launch that damn duck walk implement versus having to walk with it. Trust me, if it was legal, I would absolutely do it.
The final event of day one was the car deadlift...and a big fat zero on my score sheet. If I had to pick one event to zero, it would not have been this one. Dumbell, yes...deadlift, no. I don't use straps often, but for this event, it was a given. However, I failed to strap my left hand in tight, and paid the price for it. After such a long day of events, my legs felt solid, but with each attempt, my left strap would slide, and I no longer had a grip on the bar. At the time, I was pretty pissed off with myself; but deep down, I knew it was a simple mistake that could be fixed. But I won't lie...it was not easy going to bed that night knowing my goal of a top five finish was officially over...not that it wasn't prior to this event, but a zero pretty much solidified it.
The twelve hour, four event, competition day had drained almost everything out of my body...mentally, physically, and emotionally; but just as it ended, day two began. As the two-event final day kicked off, I knew climbing out of a hole was not possible against the best of the best at Nationals. What I did not know, is that the first event would be my best of the weekend. The sixty foot, 1150lb wheelbarrow pick-up and push was a bit of an untested event...I mean, how many people have 500lb steel wheelbarrows laying around? I knew the keys would be getting off the starting line quickly, controlling the implement, and not letting go. Grip was not an issue, I could have held on for a trip around the block. I guess spending a few dollars on the Iron Mind expand your hand bands after cracking my thumb was worth every penny. My initial pick up of the weight was a bit slow, but once in motion, I had no control problems, and finished in just over fourteen seconds.
The final event of the competition was throwing, or rather "placing" three kegs of increasing weight over a bar. The weight of the kegs was dropped by 25lbs a piece to 100, 125, and 150, but the bar was raised to 54". I was given a nice little tip before the event to turn the handles to the side, allowing for a quicker pick-up. It definitely saved me a few valuable seconds. The first two kegs went over in about ten seconds, but the final keg and I battled it out for an additional twenty seconds. Those little mistakes cost me yet again.
The long two day event to crown America's Strongest was over. I ended my weekend with two pretty solid performances, going out on a much higher note than the previous day. My final ranking was fifteen out of twenty-six middle-weights. There is always so much to think about after a competition like this...but honestly, I am just happy to be able to be among those twenty-six strongwomen. It was an incredible group of competitors this year. There are not many times where you can find over fifty women in competition with each other, sharing a small competition space, sharing pain, sharing laughs, that have just one single thing in common...but that is strongman...or, should I say, strongwoman.
Tuesday, September 23, 2014
Supplement This
Through 25+ years of excessive beer and alcohol consumption, I must now rely on a handful of drugs to get me through a day. Where I was once a big believer in "sucking it up" at all costs, I now believe getting through and enjoying each day is more important. If various prescribed medications are required, then so be it.
[On a side note, I actually grew up with an aversion to swallowing pills, and a fear of the effects of medication. Located above our kitchen sink was the equivalent of a small pharmacy. My mom was on countless medications throughout her life. She was diagnosed with multiple sclerosis when I was in high school, and years prior to that was a human guinea pig for doctors trying to discover the cause of all of her symptoms. Every morning she would choke down countless pills, some with horrible side effects...and I wanted absolutely nothing to do with anything doctor or pill related.]
Back to the subject at hand, supplements. I have been critiqued for my muscularity since junior high. With the amount of steroids I have been accused of taking in my life, I should be dead, broke...or dead-broke. Since getting back in shape, and strength gains occurring regularly, of course, I must now be back on 'roids, HGH, or just good ole testosterone supplements. Not quite. For me, it is all about sweat your ass off hard work. I have already destroyed my body with one substance, I sure as hell don't need help in that department...nor would I waste my Big Red and cookie money on something I don't need. But, if you really want to know, here is what I do take on a daily basis...
#1: Effexor
Here is my what you need to know about anti-depressants: when you find one that works, stick with it. These drugs require a tedious trial and error process, and typically several weeks to take effect. If it does not work, then the process of getting it out of your system begins. It is a serious pain in the ass. If I am not mistaken, I had to repeat this process about four times.
#2: Amphetamine Salts
Like the rest of the world, I am ADHD...of course, mine was not diagnosed until after I stopped drinking. With meds, I can plan my day, prioritize things, formulate one single thought. Without meds, there are a million unfinished, varying thoughts and ideas that will pop in my head at any given moment. I am unable to finish a single task, which quickly leads to frustration, followed by anger, followed by all hell breaking loose.
#3: Krill Oil
My daily Omega-3. I always hated fish oil...the fishy taste alone was enough for me to throw them in the trash. Krill oil provides the same benefits in one pill, with zero fishy taste.
#4: Digestive Enzymes
I have wrecked my body's ability to properly digest many types of foods. Without sounding like a high school science book, I basically destroyed the enzymes required to break down the nutrients in food. Thus, I have to take an enzyme supplement prior eating any size-able meal or snack.
#5: Aleve
Every athlete's best friend. During the latter part of the strongman season, this becomes a daily supplement in order to minimize the swelling in my joints. I only take one, first thing in the morning. In college, I found myself relying on a much higher dosage of anti-inflammatories, and subsequently ended up with some very memorable stomach issues...thus the reason I keep these to a bare minimum.
#6: Carbohydrates
No, this is not a joke. I eat an enormous amount of carbs, and most for a reason. The short of it...it has to do with low serotonin levels. I learned the hard way that without carbs throughout the day, which will result in a drop in serotonin levels, I am negatively affected with enough aggression to destroy four aisles of a store in a matter of minutes. And yes, that did happen, and I did clean it up.
If you are an athlete, you are probably thinking...what about protein? At this point in my life, I rely on my meals for protein, eggs and meats, no shakes. When I first got back into shape, I had a hard time keeping weight on, so I did rely on shakes as an extra supplement. Now, I do not see/feel the benefit of protein shakes as much, so I cut them out of my diet. And in a nutshell, this is how I live each day.
This is not a recommendation, or a "what you should go out and buy" list. This is what works for me, and me only. It has been a learning process spanning two and a half years, as well as an adaptation to the changes that have occurred since giving up booze. Finding the right mix of meds is not an easy thing to do for an alcoholic, and many give up too soon. Picking up the bottle again was never really an option for me personally, but initially, I did face a lot of frustration and anger. Ultimately, being hard headed about staying on track finally paid off.
[On a side note, I actually grew up with an aversion to swallowing pills, and a fear of the effects of medication. Located above our kitchen sink was the equivalent of a small pharmacy. My mom was on countless medications throughout her life. She was diagnosed with multiple sclerosis when I was in high school, and years prior to that was a human guinea pig for doctors trying to discover the cause of all of her symptoms. Every morning she would choke down countless pills, some with horrible side effects...and I wanted absolutely nothing to do with anything doctor or pill related.]
Back to the subject at hand, supplements. I have been critiqued for my muscularity since junior high. With the amount of steroids I have been accused of taking in my life, I should be dead, broke...or dead-broke. Since getting back in shape, and strength gains occurring regularly, of course, I must now be back on 'roids, HGH, or just good ole testosterone supplements. Not quite. For me, it is all about sweat your ass off hard work. I have already destroyed my body with one substance, I sure as hell don't need help in that department...nor would I waste my Big Red and cookie money on something I don't need. But, if you really want to know, here is what I do take on a daily basis...
#1: Effexor
Here is my what you need to know about anti-depressants: when you find one that works, stick with it. These drugs require a tedious trial and error process, and typically several weeks to take effect. If it does not work, then the process of getting it out of your system begins. It is a serious pain in the ass. If I am not mistaken, I had to repeat this process about four times.
#2: Amphetamine Salts
Like the rest of the world, I am ADHD...of course, mine was not diagnosed until after I stopped drinking. With meds, I can plan my day, prioritize things, formulate one single thought. Without meds, there are a million unfinished, varying thoughts and ideas that will pop in my head at any given moment. I am unable to finish a single task, which quickly leads to frustration, followed by anger, followed by all hell breaking loose.
#3: Krill Oil
My daily Omega-3. I always hated fish oil...the fishy taste alone was enough for me to throw them in the trash. Krill oil provides the same benefits in one pill, with zero fishy taste.
#4: Digestive Enzymes
I have wrecked my body's ability to properly digest many types of foods. Without sounding like a high school science book, I basically destroyed the enzymes required to break down the nutrients in food. Thus, I have to take an enzyme supplement prior eating any size-able meal or snack.
#5: Aleve
Every athlete's best friend. During the latter part of the strongman season, this becomes a daily supplement in order to minimize the swelling in my joints. I only take one, first thing in the morning. In college, I found myself relying on a much higher dosage of anti-inflammatories, and subsequently ended up with some very memorable stomach issues...thus the reason I keep these to a bare minimum.
#6: Carbohydrates
No, this is not a joke. I eat an enormous amount of carbs, and most for a reason. The short of it...it has to do with low serotonin levels. I learned the hard way that without carbs throughout the day, which will result in a drop in serotonin levels, I am negatively affected with enough aggression to destroy four aisles of a store in a matter of minutes. And yes, that did happen, and I did clean it up.
If you are an athlete, you are probably thinking...what about protein? At this point in my life, I rely on my meals for protein, eggs and meats, no shakes. When I first got back into shape, I had a hard time keeping weight on, so I did rely on shakes as an extra supplement. Now, I do not see/feel the benefit of protein shakes as much, so I cut them out of my diet. And in a nutshell, this is how I live each day.
This is not a recommendation, or a "what you should go out and buy" list. This is what works for me, and me only. It has been a learning process spanning two and a half years, as well as an adaptation to the changes that have occurred since giving up booze. Finding the right mix of meds is not an easy thing to do for an alcoholic, and many give up too soon. Picking up the bottle again was never really an option for me personally, but initially, I did face a lot of frustration and anger. Ultimately, being hard headed about staying on track finally paid off.
Wednesday, September 17, 2014
Unrelenting
Unrelenting: 1. Used to describe someone who does something in a constant and determined way without stopping or becoming less forceful. 2. Not yielding in strength, severity, or determination.
There was a time, not so long ago, when I thought I had finally done just enough to destroy my life; mentally, physically, emotionally...and every other "ally" word you can think of. But with help, I made a huge change in my life...and I can officially say, I have taken my life back.
This year has been absolutely amazing, and I apologize for not keeping my blog up to date in recent months...especially to those interested in learning what an addict is capable of...if and when they decide to clean up their life. And yes, it is possible to be successful in recovery. It is an undefined process of self-discovery, which will redefine everything you once knew.
The biggest key to my success has been finding various hobbies in which I never lose interest. Strongman and powerlifting have effectively filled that role, with the addition of various creative pursuits geared for down time at home. From lifting, to writing, to fixing and building things, to drawing, they all share one thing in common...there is no absolute, final end result. Meaning there are in infinite number of weights to lift, techniques to learn in building and drawing, and subjects to write about.
Up until age 14, I spent hours in the evenings, after it was too dark to play outside, doing creative projects. I traded my coloring books for a drawing tablet, and sketched whatever came to mind. One of my favorites to this day is a black and white of Bill Laimbeer, that I replicated from an ad for shaving cream (could have been razors?). And remember the good old science/social studies fair, in which everyone's mom stayed up late "helping" to finish the project. Not mine. I did my project on Abraham Lincoln's assassination. At age 12-13, I built from scratch...wait for it.......a replica of the scaffolding in which the four individuals charged with the assassination were hung. I am fairly sure this would not be allowed on school grounds in this day and age, and I would be tagged as a potential serial killer. But I went into great detail by wrapping my G.I. Joe's in pieces of black trash bag, and using small pieces of twine to hang each one...literally. To this day, I don't understand why I didn't win. ;)
As I entered my high school years, I abandoned these "outlets". Although, I am not sure if the increase in the volume of alcohol caused me to lose interest, or I lost interest and then turned to increasing my alcohol. Who knows?! But my creative side has definitely returned. Since arthritis, and a broken thumb, continues to decrease the functionality of my hands, I find it increasingly difficult to write, much less draw. I have, however, found its replacement in a little thing called Photoshop...the touch screen version.
I also love to research (real research, not wikipedia) various topics that catch my interest, especially those with historical significance. After college, I never thought the word "research" would come out of my mouth again. But since sobering up, my desire to learn has gone into overdrive. Filled with so much useless knowledge, I would be an all-star on a high school debate team. However, as Thomas Jefferson said, "...knolege is power, ...knolege is safety, and...knolege is happiness." (Quick note: the word "knowledge" is intentionally spelled "knolege").
There was a time, not so long ago, when I thought I had finally done just enough to destroy my life; mentally, physically, emotionally...and every other "ally" word you can think of. But with help, I made a huge change in my life...and I can officially say, I have taken my life back.
This year has been absolutely amazing, and I apologize for not keeping my blog up to date in recent months...especially to those interested in learning what an addict is capable of...if and when they decide to clean up their life. And yes, it is possible to be successful in recovery. It is an undefined process of self-discovery, which will redefine everything you once knew.
The biggest key to my success has been finding various hobbies in which I never lose interest. Strongman and powerlifting have effectively filled that role, with the addition of various creative pursuits geared for down time at home. From lifting, to writing, to fixing and building things, to drawing, they all share one thing in common...there is no absolute, final end result. Meaning there are in infinite number of weights to lift, techniques to learn in building and drawing, and subjects to write about.
Up until age 14, I spent hours in the evenings, after it was too dark to play outside, doing creative projects. I traded my coloring books for a drawing tablet, and sketched whatever came to mind. One of my favorites to this day is a black and white of Bill Laimbeer, that I replicated from an ad for shaving cream (could have been razors?). And remember the good old science/social studies fair, in which everyone's mom stayed up late "helping" to finish the project. Not mine. I did my project on Abraham Lincoln's assassination. At age 12-13, I built from scratch...wait for it.......a replica of the scaffolding in which the four individuals charged with the assassination were hung. I am fairly sure this would not be allowed on school grounds in this day and age, and I would be tagged as a potential serial killer. But I went into great detail by wrapping my G.I. Joe's in pieces of black trash bag, and using small pieces of twine to hang each one...literally. To this day, I don't understand why I didn't win. ;)
As I entered my high school years, I abandoned these "outlets". Although, I am not sure if the increase in the volume of alcohol caused me to lose interest, or I lost interest and then turned to increasing my alcohol. Who knows?! But my creative side has definitely returned. Since arthritis, and a broken thumb, continues to decrease the functionality of my hands, I find it increasingly difficult to write, much less draw. I have, however, found its replacement in a little thing called Photoshop...the touch screen version.
I also love to research (real research, not wikipedia) various topics that catch my interest, especially those with historical significance. After college, I never thought the word "research" would come out of my mouth again. But since sobering up, my desire to learn has gone into overdrive. Filled with so much useless knowledge, I would be an all-star on a high school debate team. However, as Thomas Jefferson said, "...knolege is power, ...knolege is safety, and...knolege is happiness." (Quick note: the word "knowledge" is intentionally spelled "knolege").
Wednesday, April 30, 2014
Walk Away?
I have mentioned quite a few times that I walked away from CrossFit shortly after the 2010 Regional competition. There are a multitude of reasons, including being a drunk, recurring injuries, a loss in confidence, and the missing "fun" element. These factors, in turn, helped develop a a fat, drunk, depressed, should have been dead months ago, version of me. But since that is a "me" you can already read about, I want to turn to the less talked about subject, the dilution of CrossFit in general. It was, without a doubt, the final straw to my ever growing "perfect storm", leading to walking away.
When I joined CrossFit in 2008, I found a small group of people in an even smaller gym (aka box) that shared a passion for being fit. We had the college football player, the globo gym meathead, the diet/nutrition gurus, the military, the homemaker, and the police. Individuals would come and go, some because they hated it, others were military families that simply moved away. But at that time, there was a core group of us that worked out together, learned together, and grew together. We became close friends, and even a family of sorts. And most important, we had a ton of fun.
The San Antonio CrossFit community followed a similar pattern. Gyms began hosting various competitions: outdoor WOD's at Lulu Lemon, Fight Gone Bad, Barbells for Boobs, and the Open WODs. All of these events brought the athletes closer, and resulted in shared training ideas, insights into different techniques, and new friendships. Then it happened. In what seemed like a matter of days, someone would open their own gym...and another...and another. At that time, all of the new gyms were a direct result of the love of Crossfit. There was only one gym that opened based on greed and a love for the almighty dollar. Funny thing is...anyone within a sixty mile radius knew about this person, and what she truly stood for...so, lets just say, her gym was not known for its success rate.
This once budding city-wide CrossFit community quickly became saturated with gyms, which sent owners into survival mode, and caused athletes to retreat behind the doors of their respective gym. One of the first examples of this came in the second season of the CrossFit Open. One year prior, gyms around the city hosted the open WODs...together. Each WOD was held at a different gym, and athletes from the majority of competing gyms would attend. It was always a fun atmosphere and truly showed a community spirit as coaches and athletes supported competitors from all gyms. By the time season two of the Open began, fewer athletes were in attendance, gym owners couldn't agree on locations, and everyone turned to completing the workouts in the comfort of their home gym. Done deal. For several years, the San Antonio CrossFit community also gathered for an anual Fight Gone Bad event. The final year of this event was held in large parking lot, located in a prime location on Loop 410. It was a huge success with most of the area gyms in attendance. There were close to two dozen tents set up, including one that housed kegs of beer...which made for a great after party. Of course, San Antonio crossfitters, including myself, were pretty well known for epic after parties.
Since the good ole years, CrossFit has sold their soul to Reebok, the number of "certified" coaches has surpassed the reproduction rate of rabbits, and gyms have popped up on every street corner...the latter two causing an epic dilution in the quality of CrossFit across the city. There are very knowledgable and caring coaches, and programmers that have opened gyms post-Reebok. But sadly, the good is outweighed by the bad...those that have the expendable income, but do not posses the knowledge to teach, much less correct a basic squat.
We have also seen the closing of two of the original gyms, including the one that started my CrossFit journey. The old days of WODing with athletes from other gyms, joining forces to create fun competitve environments, and simply chillin' with San Antonio crossfitters, with very few exceptions, has come to a grinding hault. With growth, there has come separation. With separation, there has become a dividing line. A line that dictates your learning curve, your trainging regimen, your social network, and your support system. And in a lot of cases, if you cross that line, don't bother looking back...you are no longer welcome.
I am the type of person, athlete, and former CrossFit coach that enjoyed and appreciated the comradery that existed across the city. At competitions, I could be found discussing strategy with any coach or hanging out with "rivals" within the confines of their tent. If I needed help with a movement or access to specific equipment, I would never hesitate to contact someone else in the community...outside of my gym. Although I am much more of an outsider now, choosing to compete in strongman and powerlifting, I will still attend Regionals in order to support the best athletes in San Antonio and their quest for the Games. And as athletes are huddled up with their safety net of coaches and supporters, sporting t-shirts in the gym colors, I will happily step across the line, sit down, and catch up with old friends....more than likely wearing my neutral black colored Afro Brutality gear.
When I joined CrossFit in 2008, I found a small group of people in an even smaller gym (aka box) that shared a passion for being fit. We had the college football player, the globo gym meathead, the diet/nutrition gurus, the military, the homemaker, and the police. Individuals would come and go, some because they hated it, others were military families that simply moved away. But at that time, there was a core group of us that worked out together, learned together, and grew together. We became close friends, and even a family of sorts. And most important, we had a ton of fun.
The San Antonio CrossFit community followed a similar pattern. Gyms began hosting various competitions: outdoor WOD's at Lulu Lemon, Fight Gone Bad, Barbells for Boobs, and the Open WODs. All of these events brought the athletes closer, and resulted in shared training ideas, insights into different techniques, and new friendships. Then it happened. In what seemed like a matter of days, someone would open their own gym...and another...and another. At that time, all of the new gyms were a direct result of the love of Crossfit. There was only one gym that opened based on greed and a love for the almighty dollar. Funny thing is...anyone within a sixty mile radius knew about this person, and what she truly stood for...so, lets just say, her gym was not known for its success rate.
This once budding city-wide CrossFit community quickly became saturated with gyms, which sent owners into survival mode, and caused athletes to retreat behind the doors of their respective gym. One of the first examples of this came in the second season of the CrossFit Open. One year prior, gyms around the city hosted the open WODs...together. Each WOD was held at a different gym, and athletes from the majority of competing gyms would attend. It was always a fun atmosphere and truly showed a community spirit as coaches and athletes supported competitors from all gyms. By the time season two of the Open began, fewer athletes were in attendance, gym owners couldn't agree on locations, and everyone turned to completing the workouts in the comfort of their home gym. Done deal. For several years, the San Antonio CrossFit community also gathered for an anual Fight Gone Bad event. The final year of this event was held in large parking lot, located in a prime location on Loop 410. It was a huge success with most of the area gyms in attendance. There were close to two dozen tents set up, including one that housed kegs of beer...which made for a great after party. Of course, San Antonio crossfitters, including myself, were pretty well known for epic after parties.
Since the good ole years, CrossFit has sold their soul to Reebok, the number of "certified" coaches has surpassed the reproduction rate of rabbits, and gyms have popped up on every street corner...the latter two causing an epic dilution in the quality of CrossFit across the city. There are very knowledgable and caring coaches, and programmers that have opened gyms post-Reebok. But sadly, the good is outweighed by the bad...those that have the expendable income, but do not posses the knowledge to teach, much less correct a basic squat.
We have also seen the closing of two of the original gyms, including the one that started my CrossFit journey. The old days of WODing with athletes from other gyms, joining forces to create fun competitve environments, and simply chillin' with San Antonio crossfitters, with very few exceptions, has come to a grinding hault. With growth, there has come separation. With separation, there has become a dividing line. A line that dictates your learning curve, your trainging regimen, your social network, and your support system. And in a lot of cases, if you cross that line, don't bother looking back...you are no longer welcome.
I am the type of person, athlete, and former CrossFit coach that enjoyed and appreciated the comradery that existed across the city. At competitions, I could be found discussing strategy with any coach or hanging out with "rivals" within the confines of their tent. If I needed help with a movement or access to specific equipment, I would never hesitate to contact someone else in the community...outside of my gym. Although I am much more of an outsider now, choosing to compete in strongman and powerlifting, I will still attend Regionals in order to support the best athletes in San Antonio and their quest for the Games. And as athletes are huddled up with their safety net of coaches and supporters, sporting t-shirts in the gym colors, I will happily step across the line, sit down, and catch up with old friends....more than likely wearing my neutral black colored Afro Brutality gear.
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