The Good Life

Them Damn 23 Year Olds

posted by Heather June 30, 2016 0 comments
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Our superhuman intern, Kurt, going unbroken on round 16 of Death By Toes To Bar. I bet he’s 23 years old.

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Can’t even tell you how much I love training with my little buddy, Jonah. I wish he liked CrossFit more so I could monopolize all of his free time dragging him along with me every day. I’d homeschool him, too.

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Sometimes I guess it’s good when your 4 year old slams your 2 year old’s skull into a ceramic pot and forces you to repot it in something nicer?

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MAYA’S HOOOOMMMMME!!!

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Started back up at Framingham’s Summer Track Series every Wednesday night at 5:30 pm. Harley Love competed in her first 50 meter and 100 meter races!!! HAHAHAHA!!! Pictures from that tomorrow. Smash Burger on the way home after these 🙂

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My Thank You gift to Maya’s friend and her Mom for driving Maya to Keene State for her lacrosse camp this week. Maya won MVP Defensive Player and got a new stick and goggles from Maverick!!!

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Can’t get enough of this song right now. I love thinking about him singing this to his gorgeous wife every time I hear it.

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No, babe, it’s totally fine for you to leave your AXE laying around for our 4 kids to play with at their leisure. Don’t worry about them at all.

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Kid kills me. BAHAHAHA

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She is hysterical. I wish I was there to see this one.

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SOOOOOOOOO delicious. Not healthy, by any means. But, not the end of the world. Mmmmmmm 🙂

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Just a bunch of dudes playing the real-life version of Tetris.

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Dragged the midgets to my doctor appointment this morning. Remember the days when an elevator seemed as awesome as a roller coaster?

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They make doctors appointments fun 🙂

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And, they make everyone in the office happy, too.

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One of 5 photos I tried to take of these two in this chair. This was the happiest face I got from Bode.

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I “ordered” these from Lindsey’s daughters when they were killing time at the gym the other day. They mailed them to me from Maine. So, I mailed them a card with their payment in it. Thanks, girls!

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Icelandic pride is something so seriously special.

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Maya’s lacrosse player tan lines. Unbelievable.

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Maya is retaking her permit test tomorrow morning. Say a prayer for her. God help us both if she fails for her THIRD time.

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“I WANT THEM ALL ON MY BODY RIGHT NOWWWWWWW!!!!”

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Bode should have this chair in his bedroom. Ben will love that.

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And, we’ll get Ben this one for his office.

I’m obviously not 23 years old anymore.  I know.  That’s shocking information to everyone.  But, it’s true.

I know this because 23 year olds can successfully pop out babies like high-powered pieces of machinery and bounce back to the bodies they had before (I know that because I was a 23 year old that did that), rebound from tendonitis like it’s a mosquito bite, and PR their snatch by 5 pounds every time they touch a barbell.

So, today I went into the gym after agreeing with my chiropractor, Chad Messina, that I would not go heavy on snatches and clean and jerks and just be super careful to not irritate my trap that’s been locked up for the last couple of days.  For the record, I am usually surprisingly obedient when it comes to professional advice on how to treat injuries.  Overly cautious at times, actually.  So, when Chad told me to try a moderate weight, I was all in.

That was until I got into training with all my buddies who are, for the most part, 23 years old and above-average fit and the clock started for heavy snatches and clean and jerks.

It was one of those classic stories because when I started the 25 minute session, I actually did feel fine.  In fact, I forgot all about the shoulder thing because I wasn’t feeling any pain.  It wasn’t until about 3/4’s of the way through when it started to hit me…and, you all know, that’s the kiss of death.

That’s the real test: when you’re knee deep in a workout, you’re so gloriously close to the end and being able to say you “did all 6 rounds at so and so weight”, and you need to make an in the moment call as to whether it’s a good idea or not to finish what you started.

That’s when the age thing, in my mind, becomes the real factor.  Yes, of course, 23 year olds get injured and it takes them longer to recover than they want it to…but, it’s a whole different scene when you’re 40.  I’m not “technically” 40 yet, but I’m 3 months away and in the grand scheme of things it’s the same thing.

It’s hard because you see your 23 year old buddy with the same pain that you have, but they shake it off, keep picking up the bar, and are totally fine at the end of the day.

What I’ve found to be more often the case at this stage of my life is that when I shake it off and keep picking up the bar, I end with a nagging injury that literally takes months to really fully get better.

The thing that makes it all such a hard call is that I’ve had the rare situations, too, where I do shake it off and keep picking up the bar…and, I’m totally fine at the end.

I guess I just don’t know how to handle this stuff: at what point is the pain that we feel safe to work through, and when does it tick over to the danger zone?

When someone invents a watch that can accurately tell you that, that dude’s going to become a millionaire.

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