IGX

friedquads wrote:@Fit En-duh-rance FAIL - http://100milemovie.com

Conclusion:

Movie gets halfway derailed due to Meth Calves dropping out of the Javalina 100 at mile 78, makes excuses about the failure but insists that his training methods are perfect. Gets completely shit-canned after @FE creator/douche gets running-type injury that doesn't allow him to run any distance past 1.5 miles (smelling a lot like the Couch shoulder injury - hey, I thought @FE runners were immune to running injuries due to their eliteness and no-LSD runs!) and making excuses about @FE projects being more important so getting a DNS (Did Not Start) for the HURT 100. Twitter account for the movie is miraculously deleted and site is dead after September.

those guys are hot...where are all the black people?

Gin Master wrote:This part is genius, though.

couchfitblows wrote:

Rant wrote:

l-tree wrote:

those guys are hot...where are all the black people?

If this gay ass MF would have read the thread from start to end, this question wouldn't have even come up. Go away fag boy.

kreator wrote:

friedquads wrote:@Fit En-duh-rance FAIL - http://100milemovie.com

Conclusion:

Movie gets halfway derailed due to Meth Calves dropping out of the Javalina 100 at mile 78, makes excuses about the failure but insists that his training methods are perfect. Gets completely shit-canned after @FE creator/douche gets running-type injury that doesn't allow him to run any distance past 1.5 miles (smelling a lot like the Couch shoulder injury - hey, I thought @FE runners were immune to running injuries due to their eliteness and no-LSD runs!) and making excuses about @FE projects being more important so getting a DNS (Did Not Start) for the HURT 100. Twitter account for the movie is miraculously deleted and site is dead after September.

Where did you hear about the injury?

dealing with a small TFL/Hip Flexor problem that was flaring up even after 1.5 miles, along with the Team launch, AnaerobicInc, and soon to be Race series, it was a long shot i'd make it to HURT... Needless to say training has not been what it used to be. I will do my damndest to be at AC100 and HURT again next year...
Comment by bmack — January 15, 2010 at 9:51am

couchfitblows wrote:The most self-absorbed piece of @ssFit literary masturbation:

http://crossfitsaintjohn.ca/?p=360

Dedication by Jon Gilson
Posted by Mike Jackson

Feb 10

His articles are really inspiring and enlightened.
Dedication

Monday, May 26, 2008 at 10:57AM

You think you know pain, but you have no idea. The heart thumping, chest expanding, lactic acid burn of your last workout was a walk through the meadow.

Somewhere, there’s a guy who did it in half the time it took you. He suffered. Plasma forced its way into his lungs, causing him to hack on repeat. He choked down bile halfway through, and ended on his back, pupils dilated to the size of dimes.

While you were walking around, telling your friends how hardcore your workout was, Guy Number Two was still collapsed, the prospect of driving home as daunting as climbing K2 during a snowstorm.

When he finally stood up, he didn’t say a word.

CrossFit is a decidedly masochistic pursuit. To be any good at it, you have to enjoy the pain. You have to push back the threshold day after day, until last year’s traumas feel like an hour-long rubdown at the Canyon Ranch. One day, you find a threshold that takes the whole thing just a little too far, and you get scared to go back.

The men and women that decimate your times are not superhuman. They’re not particularly genetically gifted. Hell, most of the top CrossFitters in the world would get absolutely pummeled in your standard game of rugby, buried by larger athletes begat by larger parents.

What differentiates these individuals is not a gift, but an unreasonable desire to push self-imposed suck beyond its logical limits. What comes out the other side becomes legendary.

Like any human pursuit, we seek ways around the hard part. Limited range of motion and new techniques. Dropping the deadlift from the top, bouncing it off the floor. Squatting above parallel and not standing up all the way. Chicken-necking above the chin-up bar, and reviewing the tape to see if we made it.

We want the reward (speed) without the sacrifice (pain).

This is not conscious cowardice. It’s pure out-and-out rationalism. Atsomepoint, the next threshold is the one that takes it too far, leaving us in an exercise-induced hallucination that lasts a few moments too long. Our hearts bounce around our insides for one beat too many, and our lungs beg to explode for an unwanted extra second. Every exhalation coincides with a constriction of vision, and the cold taste of copper.

No sane human being would enjoy such a feeling.

Still, the glory beckons. Surely, with enough training and the right supplements, there’s a way around the Hard Part. Enough sleep and enough vitamin B will get you the sub-whatever time without the attendant pain. There’s no need to redline your heart rate or pop capillaries. No need to ache so badly at night that you can’t sleep. Surely, there are ways around this.

Fortunately, the steroids are a no-go, and the exercises are done correctly or not at all. The only way to legend is through ever-mounting piles of pain. The meadow has to tilt at 45-degrees, and he rubdown at the Ranch must be done with Brillo Pads. If you can talk, you’re not trying hard enough. If your nerves aren’t frayed and ready to rebel, you’ll never get there.

Do yourself a favor, and realize that there’s no technique in the world that will save you. There are no pills, no secrets, no passwords on the path to greatness. You’ve got to embrace the pain, push the threshold, and feel the suck, and then you’ve got to muster the courage to go back six times a week.

After all, the world is a lot brighter when your pupils are the size of dimes, and massaging your sternum with your heart starts to feel good after a while. The plasma finds its way out of your lungs, and eventually you’ll be able to drive.

Sometimes, lying on the floor is its own reward.

couchfitblows wrote:The most self-absorbed piece of @ssFit literary masturbation:

http://crossfitsaintjohn.ca/?p=360

Fat Cat wrote:Wow, talk about lost people looking for meaning in life. Sad.

What comes out the other side becomes legendary. … Still, the glory beckons….The only way to legend is through ever-mounting piles of pain….You’ve got to embrace the pain, push the threshold, and feel the suck, and then you’ve got to muster the courage to go back six times a week.

After all, the world is a lot brighter when your pupils are the size of dimes, and massaging your sternum with your heart starts to feel good after a while. The plasma finds its way out of your lungs, and eventually you’ll be able to drive.

Sometimes, lying on the floor is its own reward.

Yes I Have Balls wrote: All of this fantastic crap needs to be prefaced with "In our own minds," because there isn't a fucker on Earth that could actually believe any of this hyperbole attached to a FUCKING WORKOUT means shit.

Go and tell someone that trained for over a year and finished an Ironman how tough Fran is and that your workouts make you "legendary."

Gin Master wrote:

couchfitblows wrote:The most self-absorbed piece of @ssFit literary masturbation:

http://crossfitsaintjohn.ca/?p=360

You buried the lead on this one, cfb. I clicked on this and nearly killed a co-worker. If any of you feel the hate ebbing this Wednesday, let Mr. Gilson refuel your tank. Son. Of. A. Bitch. This is horrible.

w00tz wrote:http://www.collegehumor.com/video:1924707

WTF

kreator wrote:The stupidity is astounding.


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