Tuesday, October 11, 2011

Week 1 Super Squater Hour of Power Results


620 Squats.
430 Crunches.
229 Push-ups.
6 Coors Lights.
So full.

Just your typical Friday night, hanging out with friends.

Friday night I took on the first debate of the Mayoral Race.  How many squats, crunches, push-ups and beers can you take down in an hour?

Here's my official score sheet, courtesy of the math-magician that is the White Tiger.

The White Tiger's count sheet.

I knew I was going to need some help, so I recruited a small crew.
The White Tiger was the bean-counter.
Easy-E, Emily Rice, was the puppy wrangler and encourager.
Ms. Paige Stewart was the resident beer fetcher.
Austin "Little Buddy" Bailey was the videographer.

Before: Me.


Emily and Paige decided to take on their own challenge by drinking 1-quart cans of Miller High Life in an hour.  Apparently, it was shorts and boots night.  Neither lady succeeded in their challenge.
Before this they were riding Emily's motorcycle.  After they were going to the Surf Shack. 



Austin "Little Buddy" Bailey came over too.  He brought himself a 6-pack of Coors Light tall boys which he drank is support of my efforts.

Little Buddy.

My strategy was to start with the hard stuff: push-ups.  I would do as many push-ups as I could early on, tapering down to crunches and squats.  For the first 40 minutes I would drink beer only when thirsty.  As we hit the 2/3rds mark, I would quench my thirst more readily. 

Push-Ups, yes, the girly kind.
The plan worked pretty well.  I had sketched out two sets of goals for myself.  One was a lofty set of goals. The other was a conservative set of goals.

Goals I set for myself, lofty and reasonable

I managed to beat my lofty goals, with the exception of the beer drinking.  In hindsight I wonder if having those goals kept me from getting any further.  I kept asking the Tiger where were my numbers, and he just kept referring back to the goals.  Perhaps if I hadn't had a set of goals, I could have done more.  I certainly wasn't physically exhausted at the end, though, I was tipsy.

Crunch down, not out, says Gwyn.

Emily kept screaming at me that Brad had probably done 1,000 squats by down and he was wearing a beer helmet.  She kept yelling at me to drink more.  What she didn't realize is that doing crunches with a belly full of Coors is not a comfortable situation.  There was an unlady-like amount of belching. I worked on getting at least one beer every 15 minutes. 

The White Tiger also kept insisting that I take breaks.  His schedule dictated that I take a 5 minute break every twenty minutes.  I compromised with a 1-minute break.

(Of course, the White Tiger's other suggestion was that I just do ten of each exercise then drink a couple beers and call it good.)
Breakie!
 In addition to the sheer work of my workout, I also had to contend with my spectators asking me questions.  It was hard to answer and keep count in my head.  They also made me laugh which was a slowing mechanism.  Finally, there was the dog hazard.

Holiday wanted to demonstrate a work out move she calls extreme tail wagging.

Apparently, Emily was too busy with her quart of High Life to focus on her puppy-wrangling duties. 

When I had about 5-10 minutes left, I was sneaking in a few squats but I was primarily focused on the beer drinking.  The White Tiger kept yelling, "do squats while you drink."  Those last Coors Lights did not go down that easily.  They were painful, and by the time the buzzer went off, I was hurting and swaying.

I think the crew enjoyed a free evening of entertainment.

After the challenge, we celebrated with, of course, more beer.  Then, Emily and Paige went to the Surf Shack, and Little Buddy went home to his lovely wife, and the Tiger and I retired.

In the end, I am not sure I met the high standards of the Mayor with this one.  Six beers just doesn't seem like enough.  More than that, I think I need to continue building on my mental toughness.  I need to believe that I can do more than I think I can. 

We did record video, but I couldn't get the files to upload from my phone.  If the judges need to see this "evidence" I would be happy to submit it for their review.

4 comments:

  1. I think no judges are needed. You are a rock star. Perhaps its time relinquish my mayorship as I feel I can no longer meet the demands of my day to day life and the office.

    "430 Crunches."
    "Goal: do as many push-ups, sit-ups..."

    Does anyone else see a discrepancy?

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  2. B!

    You such your dirty, pirate-hooker mouth! There is no reliquishing the mayorship.

    I don't want to go on RAGBRAI if there no mayor; there I said it!

    It is the fear of your cruel and relentless mockery that powers my workouts!

    A member of the cupcake conspiracy just walked into my office and offered me a cupcake. Do you think I could say no to that cupcake without you?

    You just channel the proud, majestic eagle that lives in you, and flies free when he is punishing people in a bicycle, punishing and taunting.

    Shut up and get to work. You are the f-ckin' Mayor for f-sake.

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  3. Just realized the controversial switch of sit-ups versus crunches. I always use the terms interchangeably, but I could see how that would make the debate results less valid. I hope the judges will take this into consideration.

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  4. Wow. Just wow. After reading about your latest Feat of Strength, I am even more convinced that Jason was a wuss for not even halfway finishing the Milk Challenge.

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