Tuesday, March 31 2015

Posted by Mandee on March 30, 2015   |   12 Comments

Matt S 1Matt S 2

Josh R 2Josh R 1




A. Turkish Get Ups: 5 minutes of instruction, then 10 minutes to build up to a max Turkish get up for each arm

B. 3 rounds for time of:

9 deadlifts 225/155   RX+ 275/185  (55 and over 185/125)

15 pull-ups   RX+ CTB

21 KBS 24kg/16kg   RX+ 32kg/24kg  (55 and over 16kg/12kg)


12 responses to “Tuesday, March 31 2015”

  1. Andrew says:

    9:33 Rx+

  2. CoachDB says:

    If you want to get after it in a WOD, go with these two. Josh and Matt do not mess around. Grade A CrossFit and CFHSV Athletes. Keep getting after it Studs!

  3. CoachDB says:

    Strong work Matt and Josh! :

  4. Eric says:

    6:51 Rx’d

  5. George C says:

    A) Built up to 32kg

    B) 9:58 Rx

  6. Matt says:

    For the Coaches and great Athletes @ CFHSV:

    Back in the fifteenth century, in a tiny village near Nuremberg, lived a family with eighteen children. Eighteen! In order merely to keep food on the table for this mob, the father and head of the household, a goldsmith by profession, worked almost eighteen hours a day at his trade and any other paying chore he could find in the neighborhood.

    Despite their seemingly hopeless condition, two of Albrecht Durer the Elder’s children had a dream. They both wanted to pursue their talent for art, but they knew full well that their father would never be financially able to send either of them to Nuremberg to study at the Academy.

    After many long discussions at night in their crowded bed, the two boys finally worked out a pact. They would toss a coin. The loser would go down into the nearby mines and, with his earnings, support his brother while he attended the academy. Then, when that brother who won the toss completed his studies, in four years, he would support the other brother at the academy, either with sales of his artwork or, if necessary, also by laboring in the mines.

    They tossed a coin on a Sunday morning after church. Albrecht Durer won the toss and went off to Nuremberg. Albert went down into the dangerous mines and, for the next four years, financed his brother, whose work at the academy was almost an immediate sensation. Albrecht’s etchings, his woodcuts, and his oils were far better than those of most of his professors, and by the time he graduated, he was beginning to earn considerable fees for his commissioned works.

    When the young artist returned to his village, the Durer family held a festive dinner on their lawn to celebrate Albrecht’s triumphant homecoming. After a long and memorable meal, punctuated with music and laughter, Albrecht rose from his honored position at the head of the table to drink a toast to his beloved brother for the years of sacrifice that had enabled Albrecht to fulfill his ambition. His closing words were, “And now, Albert, blessed brother of mine, now it is your turn. Now you can go to Nuremberg to pursue your dream, and I will take care of you.”

    All heads turned in eager expectation to the far end of the table where Albert sat, tears streaming down his pale face, shaking his lowered head from side to side while he sobbed and repeated, over and over, “No …no …no …no.”

    Finally, Albert rose and wiped the tears from his cheeks. He glanced down the long table at the faces he loved, and then, holding his hands close to his right cheek, he said softly, “No, brother. I cannot go to Nuremberg. It is too late for me. Look … look what four years in the mines have done to my hands! The bones in every finger have been smashed at least once, and lately I have been suffering from arthritis so badly in my right hand that I cannot even hold a glass to return your toast, much less make delicate lines on parchment or canvas with a pen or a brush. No, brother … for me it is too late.”

    More than 450 years have passed. By now, Albrecht Durer’s hundreds of masterful portraits, pen and silver-point sketches, watercolors, charcoals, woodcuts, and copper engravings hang in every great museum in the world, but the odds are great that you, like most people, are familiar with only one of Albrecht Durer’s works. More than merely being familiar with it, you very well may have a reproduction hanging in your home or office.

    One day, to pay homage to Albert for all that he had sacrificed, Albrecht Durer painstakingly drew his brother’s abused hands with palms together and thin fingers stretched skyward. He called his powerful drawing simply “Hands,” but the entire world almost immediately opened their hearts to his great masterpiece and renamed his tribute of love “The Praying Hands.”

    The next time you see a copy of that touching creation, take a second look. Let it be your reminder, if you still need one, that no one – no one – – ever makes it alone!

    Thank you for being “down in the mines” for those of us who have the extra questions, and even fewer CrossFit Abilities. We know that you have the busted knuckles, scraped shins, and sore shoulders and backs as you test new programming ideas. For the seasoned athlete at CrossFit Huntsville, thank you for testing the waters so many years ago, when it wasn’t cool…yet. You showed us it was possible. And you continue to work “down in the mines.”

  7. Jeremy M says:

    A: 70# (weirdest movement I’ve ever attempted)
    B: 8:24, RX+

  8. steve price says:

    WOW! Matt, Powerful story. If that don’t bring a tear to your eyes, then your well’s done run dry.

  9. Calvin says:

    A. 24kg left 32kg right
    B. 7:05 rx

  10. Justin says:

    A. 40kg
    B. 8:25 rx+

  11. Misty says:

    A. 16kg on left & 20kg on right
    B. 12:22 Rx+

  12. Teresa R says:

    16kg LT & RT

    7:55 Rx