Go Kentucky!

The top guys at Crossfit Atlanta are officially Monsters, and I am officially no longer counted amongst them.  Mike has his Fran down under 2:30, which is nearly 2 minutes faster than mine, and he still almost got beat by some guy I didn't know.    Eva casually asked me if I had my 15 bodyweight overhead squats yet, which put the gap between me and elite fitness into sharp relief.

But I am on the mend,  that's the good news.  I met with Dr Kilgor, Rip, and Eva at Papaduex's last weekend, and being the boor that I am asked Rippetoe for his Diagnosis.  Being a man of action, he didn't get into the possible causes of my back issues, instead prescribing a bunch of Reverse Hyper Extensions.  His reasoning being that whatever the issue, the treatment is likely to be the same.  Then we all resumed eating our fried fish.

The only problem is that there aren't a lot of ways to do a reverse-hypers in a normal gym. I was stacking benches and reconfiguring nautilus machines in Santiago, which made me appear more Brian Regan-ish than usual. ("This here works your flactoid!"..."Sir can you get out of the painter's scaffolding"). So for the moment I am following K-Stars plan of serious hip stretching, with extra emphasis on the Psoas. I am avoiding serious DeadLifts or Back Squats too.   

We shall see.

GO KENTUCKY!


No word n Surfing in Santiago this weekend... I have the beach picked out. I think I will stay at a casino in Vina Del Mar. No poker though, I am told, and I don't feel much in the mood for Craps.

Dave paints an unlikely scenario that puts Georgia into the National Championship game. I couldn't follow most of it, but I know Kentucky has to win. And I know that win sends us to Atlanta to Play LSU in the SEC Championship, which will give me an opportunity to fix my new magnetic DawgPrints to the Camero!

Go Kentucky (And Georgia!)