Saturday, August 29, 2009
WOD 082909 - Tabata This
Friday, August 28, 2009
WOD 082809
Thursday, August 27, 2009
WOD 082709
Wednesday, August 26, 2009
Tuesday, August 25, 2009
WOD 082509
Monday, August 24, 2009
WOD 082409
Saturday, August 22, 2009
WOD 082209
Friday, August 21, 2009
WOD 082109
Thursday, August 20, 2009
Wednesday, August 19, 2009
WOD 081909
WOD 081909
Tuesday, August 18, 2009
WOD 081809
Monday, August 17, 2009
WOD 081709
Saturday, August 15, 2009
Friday, August 14, 2009
WOD 081409
Thursday, August 13, 2009
The Edge Rat Race Part 2 - John-Son's Turn
(WARNING THIS IS FREAKING LONG)
So yes, this is probably one of those posts to rant. Hopefully it won't turn out negative as I have yet to plan this entire post. Rather I would let this unravel not only my emotions at this very moment but that which I have felt during the race. let us find the silver lining shall we, IF WE CAN....
BAH!!
10 secs!
Yes! That’s how far we were from third place. That was really the last straw that broke the camel's back, yeah I am that camel. Like adding salt to a wound that really was a huge disappointment even though I know we did generally well compared to the other teams and expected somewhere around 4th place. But, to know that we were a mere 10 secs shy from a medal. Sigh, that just sucks.
So yeah, as you all know I ran with a fever. I woke up in the morning with a high fever. Yeah I lied, it wasn't a "lil temperature" like I told JW when I got up in the morning. It was actually quite bad. But I couldn't let the team down, not after all the hope that those who funded this little adventure placed on me. I don't think finding a replacement would have been an option. I knew deep down inside that they were all secretly rooting for my immunity system to hold up. Well it did, loads of love from the team, some panadols and sleep plus a double of everything subway sandwich made me feel better.
I was still in doubt though of whether I could repeat my performance at Kiara Hills of 20.01 (estimated 4km, very hilly). Not to mention I beat JW and Edmuntron (ahahah having to tie shoelaces aren't an excuse), I got you that day guys regardless of what you say. Secretly, I was hoping to repeat that feat again and further improving on it, yes that would mean beating Edm, Jw and YES I WOULD SAY DARE SAY IT, WINNING THAT DAMN THING. HAHA I am a dreamer indeed for little did I know that in this race existed seasoned tri-athletes, national runners (yes of Indian ethnicity, somehow they make us YELLOW SKINS intimidated) and running specialists. Yes I was gunning to blaze this shit and win the whole thing.
The day before I felt a little down, but I was more excited than anything. I was even practicing the pose running method in my room (in front of the mirror, NO SZE NING I WASN"T TOUCHING MYSELF). I had everything planned out in my head, from start to finish, how I would find my pace, regulate my breathing and when to start sprinting while referring to the map provided. Everything was in the BAG for me; at least that was what I thought.
The next morning I got up thinking to myself, "OH SHIT, WHY AM I SHIVERING LIKE THAT?""CRAP, I HAVE A FEVER". I asked my lovely "HOUSE EXECUTIVE" for a bottle of water and some Panadol. Somehow my mother overheard that I was sick and immediately texted me saying to forward that following text to my "boss", JW of course. Well I shall not put the exact words here but somewhere it read, for me to get a doctors approval if not she will not allow me to run, with the perfect topping.
You know how mothers can find all sorts of reasons or excuses, whatever you call them to prohibit you from doing something if they find it troubling. Well my mom had a damn good one. So she topped off the message really nicely saying this, “I have several friends who dropped dead when they exercise when they are not feeling well". Wow! That really didn't help at all, it wasn't just 1 or 2 friends she was talking about. It was several, my mom was serious. That really didn't help my morale because I personally know how hazardous it is to run with a sickness, not to mention the recent incident at the Adidas KOTR. I have to admit, I was paranoid because the idea of a cardiac arrest was something that I couldn't just ignore because I seriously wasn't feeling too well.
Anyways, I took two Panadols and went back to bed for a couple more hours. When I got up I felt relatively better but all my joints were aching and my muscles felt awfully dehydrated. YIPPY I know. Somehow I have a tendency of falling into such calamities in such events, Hans pointed out. I couldn't totally disagree with him.
To cut the long story short, when I reached the race site my fever had subsided but the after effects was still lingering. Not to forget that it could come back any minute as I believed it was the Panadol’s magical properties just suppressing the fever. I, secretly being the wannabe SPARTAN warrior still wanted to run anyways. To be honest I didn't know how I would hold up. All I knew I had to do was hold up a tough front as best as I could and just 'Blaze that shit' when the gun sounded.
As you all heard, we didn't get a good start to the race, no need to even bother mentioning miss CLOWN FACE from Astro. Seriously I now have this awfully warped negative perspective about aunties with HEAVY make up. They always seem to be like this infamous soon to be world famous AGNES from Astro. God bless her bitter soul. HAHA I HOPE SHE GOOGLES THIS!
So the gun sounded. I think it caught all of us by surprised, immediately I felt a stampede behind me pushing and shoving. My race started with a mini hurdles event trying to dodge cones and a tripping Edm. Thank goodness all of us made it pass the starting point alive and avoided the fate of MUFASSA ( Simba's father, in case some of you had a deprived childhood) who was trampled by wilder beast.
The first KM was still alright, but I didn’t feel the normal spring in my step and the strides I took were not as wide as normal. That was expected based on my circumstances, I didn’t expect full form. Thing is after that first kilometre, my legs were burning up unusually fast, I wasn’t feeling any recovery at all no matter how I changed my stride and it was becoming increasingly difficult to breathe. At this time I was ahead of JW, Lyn and Hans. Edmund was about 20 metres ahead of me and fading into the distance.
Soon I realised that it was not possible at all to follow Edm, after awhile he was gone. Pacing Edmund sounded really good before we started the race, but I was quickly brought to reality because finishing the race itself started to seem like an impossible task. I was actually clutching my waist as I ran. WTH! How can that be? I crossfit! I carry sandbags and shit, I eat this kinda distance for breakfast, I am after all from Pushmore, and I am HARDCORE. Well not at that moment, after a little more than 2 KM I was gone, I swear I wanted to vomit, collapse, crawl into a hole probably in one of those big trees outside Zouk and DIE.
“Let’s Go John-Son!” said a voice from behind. It was our CEO Champion JW. He quickly passed me and set the pace. I thought to myself maybe I’ll follow the leader. NOPE, that didn’t work. FAIL.com. I was dead, right now I was on auto pilot mode, no more petrol left in my tank I was using the momentum I have built up from before to continue. Fuelled by his personal goal to hunt as many fitness first people as possible, he too disappeared. I later found out, He got 3 of them.
Soon Lyn caught up to me. I was like OH GOD !! LYN ! the girl of our team. I know she is a monster, but still it wasn’t something I couldn’t handle. Wrong again, this was the third time. She overtook me to win first place for the women’s open category while I finished just behind her. Trust me I tried to sprint but I just couldn’t go. I would say this was honestly the most “mind FUCKING” race I have ever been in regardless of the distance. Yeah only 4.5km even though it felt like 5km. I finished the race with a time of 23 mins and was placed 25th in my category, 3 mins shy of my personal goal which I was pretty sure I could achieve.
So here is the thing. It might seem like I am simply complaining, but it is more than that. From tough adversities we learn our most valuable lessons. Remember that. I mean I could easily say, yeah If I didn’t have a fever we could have won a medal because I definitely could have ran 10 secs faster at top condition. Ok I am guilty of that, I have been saying that. Fact of the matter is we still got 4th place and was 10 secs shy regardless of the circumstances. But I am through with that, that’s right, I am done. Only losers complain like that.
Life is just like that, you can spend months trying to plan and simulate every given scenario, but when crunch time comes you just got to do everything you can with everything you have to get the job done, no excuses.
The thing that matters is stepping up to the plate and taking it right on with all that you have and finishing it. That is what is most important because nobody gives a damn about your circumstances. Why do we pushmore? Why do we train intensely for the unknowable and the unknown? Simply so that regardless of what life throws at you we can persevere.
I persevered and dragged my ass through that race. Yeah the results weren’t up to personal standards but I finished it even though I could have quit many times during the race and simply say “OH IT WAS THE FEVER” .but I pulled through because I believe subconsiously I was conditioned to not give up because after all“DNF is forever”.
Thank you Eddie, Karen, JW, Edm, Hans for understanding and making it easy for me. We will make it next year for sure. Moving forward is so much easier when there is a great team like you guys.
Yeah, this was a long winded post but I am still sick at home so I have plenty of time. Thanks for spending your time to read this. You deserve a present for persevering this long. So here is your gift in a form of a timeless proverb:
“…. it ain't about how hard ya hit. It's about how hard you can get it and keep moving forward. How much you can take and keep moving forward. That's how winning is done!”
~Rocky Balboa~
John-Son Oei
WOD 081309
Wednesday, August 12, 2009
081209 Wednesday
My three little toes on the right foot were killing me with the sharp pain after each pounding on the road. Both my feet were burning up from running on the tar road. The first 400 meters into the race and I knew it was a bad day. My legs would not listen to me. It did not move like trains’ wheels as how it is suppose to do. Going down the first slope, I was immediately left gasping for air. I knew then I was screwed. I had 4.1km to go. It did not help watching Jonathan struggling for the first 2 km while passing me. He was literally thrusting his hips forward violently. He too, had difficulty after just finishing the CEO’s Race of 1.5km just minutes ago. If the mighty JW was struggling, I knew I was in for a ride; a bloody long ride.
Prior to the run, Johnson caught a nasty bug and was down with fever, sore throat and a sore neck. He too was not sure if he could make it for the entire run. However he did it but it was hell; literally. I would let him tell you his story when he gets better.
Tuesday, August 11, 2009
WOD 081109
Monday, August 10, 2009
Saturday, August 8, 2009
WOD 080809
Friday, August 7, 2009
WOD 080709
30 SDHP @24kg
30 Wall Balls Shots @ 20lbs
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Pushmore T-Shirts are out.....
No it's not the same ones, these are news ones. Remember the PUSHMORE T-SHIRT PHRASE competition which was finally won by Anna's winning phrase. yeah, that one is out.
What more? it is in full pushmore colours with a thought provoking cool phrase ...
Thursday, August 6, 2009
WOD 080609
Wednesday, August 5, 2009
WOD 080509
Tuesday, August 4, 2009
WOD 080409
Monday, August 3, 2009
WOD 080309
15 Kettlbell Clean & Jerk 24kg/16kg L & R
21 Pull Ups
Happy Belated Birthday KaiBin and Luxanne !
We have personally known Kaibin for many years before. He is a great friend of our older brother and we welcome him as family. When growing up, I remember him always possessing a great deal of athleticism. He runs for high school, plays basketball and is passionate about football up till today. He's really quick with his feet and speed has always been on his side. This attribute has favoured him tremendously ever since he started crossfitting with us three months back. He quickly killed most of the workouts and has reach great PR time for most benchmark workouts. I am afraid to say that he has become a freaking beast in such a short period of time. This really shows that mutants do exist real life and not only in tv. For most of you who do not know, the extraordinary lady who comes with him dilligently is his girlfriend for which they have been together for dinosaur years. I am not too sure exactly how long but that is something for all of you to find out. So go ask them! If you do not know who they are, its a great icebreaker. After all, we are all family. Here is a picture of a younger Kaibin!
I have always known Luxanne as John-sons' high school friend since form 1. Her younger brother Boon is my junior of one year. Throughout high school, we have always known her to be one of the "popular girls" in school. She grabs as much attention as my stomach when it does the wave. Pushmore is very proud to have her in our family. Actually I am because Lu xanne is a model, not only a normal model, she is a prestigious 'J" model and a cover girl. I do not know exactly what J model is but who gives a damn. SHES A MODEL ! IN OUR MIDST ! Not only is she pretty but she's as strong as an ox at heart when it comes to workouts. She is what we call the silent achiever. She is very precise and determine when she comes into the gym. She does not waste time and she heads straight to the warmups then workouts. You hardly hear her complain and she never quits. She has my respect and has totally convinced me otherwise on what models are made of. Here are some nicer pictures of her without all the sweat and weird faces made during presses.
Sorry for being abit stalkerish. I am a natural at it. I have hone my ability to do that ever since I could use the internet searching for ladies. Anyways to both of you, I know you had a good birthday from the parties that I heard was held but none of us were invited too. Continue being who you are and continue kicking ass at the workouts. We are very proud to have both of you in our gym! Once again, from the entire Pushmore, HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!
John-Hans & John-Son
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Challenge of the week : Max Reps Pull Up