Team crossfit DC’s workout was:
Teams of 2:
Person One does there five rounds then person two, then do it again.
Followed by the Six minuet snatch test.
Six minuets of as many snatches as you can!
a year ago i was growing tired of the chrome and the ferns and balloons (wtf? is this a gym or fucking romper room?) at golds. and all the people who thought they were “working out”: the cardio queens(“I dont wanna get big and bulky…”), the mirror mavens (gotta love that spandex), the women who wear makeup for their workout (huh!?), the syrupy sweet greetings from the emo at the front desk, all the fucking bicep curls and bench presses (can ya do a chinup? a deadlift?), the no chalk rule, scantily clad women who don’t even break a sweat, guys who go to “get their swell on” before hitting the club who also couldn’t even squat bodyweight without putting a needle in their ass, the people who don’t squat at all (it’s bad for your knees!), and basically all the folks who workout for looks, not for performance or health or fitness.
so i searched for a new gym in town, something small, privately owned, with a minimum of equipment, preferably smelly, where people are passionate about what they are there to do. so i found balance gym. and a link to xfit.
saw some of the workouts on the website and realized that these are some crazy muthafuckas. so i went to class and now i am hooked. and in the best shape of my life. i may have finally found some other folks who truly believe that if it doesn’t kill you, it makes you stronger (and are a little insane too).