Okay, it's been awhile but I wanted to update you on crossfit, and yoga.
Note: Blaving means to forcefully tell the truth.
Crossfit is for psychotic masochists with OCD. It is essentially a bit of stretching, a series of Olympic lifts, jr high calisthenics and trying not to puke. Resulting in: groin pulls, popped hamstrings, back sprains, wrist injuries, shoulder injuries, and soreness past your core being into your bone marrow.
It is the furthest thing from fitness and seems to be made for the pain, gain and sprain crowd. After stretching, which is a loose description as the 20-something's in class are loose enough to auto-fellate themselves (we've all been there). After 5 minutes of "stretching" there is a series of Olympic style lifts:
Dead lift. Which is the lift that makes people over 50 poop a little.
Front Jerk Lift. Which is not the guy who wears doll clothes and sits in the lobby soaked with hideous man-sweat admiring his physiology. It is the deadlift plus popping the bar up to your shoulders, elbows up and for us old guys, wrists trapped against the top of our man boobs.
Clean Overheads. The first two plus an unimaginable strain on your back as the weight is pressed quickly overhead to make sure you shit yourself and can't put it down as the thought of moving the dead weight makes you want to pee.
Then squats in a set called five to one. Five at a warm up weight. Four at a moderate weight. Three at a near max weight. Two at max weight. And one to separate your groin for your pelvic floor in the full squat position that leaves the participant no choice but to stand up with the weight or your ass splits to your shoulder blades, your knees turn white and the meniscus squeezes out the side like egg salad.
Add in burpees, which if typed on a mobile with auto korrect is literally 'hurlers.' Try it.
Handstand push ups to reinforce the fact you are a pussy and can't do a handstand even using the wall. Work in pull ups which completely fuqs up your keyboarding skillz, and finish with a series of jumps onto large wooden boxes which is easy for two jumps and then us old folks look like we have no spatial capabilities as we land one footed, fall off and look for a box the height of a 3tb hard drive.
Fast forward two weeks and I can now sit on the toilet. My groin is healed and the breathing, strength and minute alignment of yoga is civilized compared to the damage I did in one crossfit class.
While participating in a rather tedious discussion of the sales team effectiveness, well in this case its ineffectiveness, I heard the following; “They (meaning any sales person on the team) can just call on their contact network while we ramp lead gen.” Yikes. While the words stung my ex-sales person ears I thought there has to be an “ism” for this start up phenomena. That is a start up hires a salesperson who has a strong Rolodex and expects them to generate business from this Rolodex as a means to ramp to quota while the company gets its marketing house in order. The inevitable end result is the salesperson exhausts his or her contact database and ends up on a PIP (Performance Improvement Plan) and then is let go for under achieving. Then it hit me; Rolodeath. This is the “ism” I am looking for to describe this group think outcome. Imminent death for a salesperson occurs by allowing them to exhaust their personal network with no real lead gen in sight. Anyone? Buehler?
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