|CrossFit Original Firebreather Gregg Amundson shows just how much core strength and overall flexibility go into a great overhead squat. Jerk. (CrossFit)|
|Nicole Carroll just makes overhead squats look easy. (CrossFit)|
|Shit. More running.|
|Shit shit. More backwards running, too!|
WoD: 5 minute AMRAP
- 10 Stiff-legged Deadlift
- 7 Overhead Squat
- 800m Run
The workout was easy enough. 10 stiff-legged deadlifts, 7 overhead squats, repeat as often as possible for 5 minutes. Given the short time domain, the workout was designed to be a quick burner, with no time spent staring at the bar, or praying to Fitness Jesus to save us. That said, we were encouraged to scale the weights to our abilities, since an overly difficult overhead squat would lead to exactly those outcomes.
The first round was easy enough, and I managed to keep both exercises unbroken. However, in the second round of overhead squats, I ended up dropping the bar after the 4th rep, because it had floated forward and out of my control. After pausing a second to shake out my arms and shoulders, I got it overhead and finished the round. In both the third and fourth rounds, I got called out for rounding my lower back AND letting the bar go out in front of me, rather than keeping the bar close to my legs, and protecting my lower back at all costs. I was striving for speed, and had sacrificed form and safety. Ultimate mistake in anything in life. Fortunately, I avoided an acute injury on the spot, and a day later, I'm more sore in my hamstrings (the targetted area) than in my back, so that's a good sign that I dodged a very ugly bullet.
The third round of overhead squats fell completely to shit, with either 3-4 drops, I can't remember which. No good, but I was pretty gassed at this point, and my already iffy form was being asked to do waaay too much! 10 craptastic SLDLs later, and we had finally made it to the sell-out: more running, half of it backwards again! This time, instead of short runs alternating forwards and backwards, it would be just two runs, each half a mile, one forwards, one backwards. We all opted to do the backwards run first to get it out of the way. It sucked just as much as you might imagine. coming on the heels of that, the forwards run was just as bad, if not worse, with lots of joints lighting up to tell me how pissed they were at me, primarily both ankles and knees. Ugh. Stupid running. (Apparently I need to read Born to Run again... perhaps this time in memory of Caballo Blanco, who apparently went missing and is feared dead. Lame. RIP, Micah!)