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Off-Peak Hour Strength Cycle
We're scouting out potential times for a new Strength Intensive with Coach Jeremy. Possible times include:
Monday & Wednesday 6:30-8a
Monday & Wednesday 11:30 or 12 to 1 or 1:30p
Monday & Wednesday 6p-7:30p
Thursday & Saturday 10am-11:30a
Post which cycles you'd be interested in to comments.
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What brought you to New York? For the NY natives, would you ever consider moving?
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Nation Down to Last One Hundred Grown-Ups The Onion
Are We Built to Run Barefoot? NY Times
Amazing Video of the Milky Way Vimeo
I’d be interested in the 6:30-8 version — the rest, not possible for me.
Don’t strength cycles meet three times a week? Will this replace the intended July cycle?
Same question as Nod. I like the MWF 7pm time
3x a week + late enough for me to get there from work.
630-8 is the only other possible time I could do
Moved to Brooklyn from Berkeley for a job a little over a month ago. So far we love Brooklyn, though the weather is pretty crazy. We’re accustomed to foggy and 65 degrees – anything outside of that and we start freaking out.
The regular cycle’s aren’t going anywhere, just floating some interest on supplemental stuff.
I came to NY to move to Zen Mountain Monastery. When I decided to not stay an entire year, I ended up sleeping on my sister’s couch and was planning to backpack in Europe (or go to Hong Kong). When I decided to buy a Mac instead an around-the-world plane ticket, I got a room in a EV apt and stayed.
Considered moving? Hell yes: every summer when it gets above 90 and the garbage rots in the streets and every winter when I see the snow reports from Utah and Tahoe. And every vacation I have to a Caribbean island.
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6pm strength intensive and weekend mornings are ideal for me .
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Strength Cycle: Recovery Day.
Squat: 225x5x2This was OK, but I was having a hard time finding the bottom. Sometime I went too deep, sometimes i was too slow, sometimes I just didn’t bounce. It wasn’t great.
Press: 122.5 x5x3Happy to be continuing into new territory. I smell a 1RM PR coming.
Cleans: 155×3 and lighter workThis went OK, but I started to pull with my arms at 155 again. I got underneath pretty fast, but was starting to anticipate and pull early once I reached 155. Went down to 135 and worked back up twice more with singles and doubles, but I started to gas out by the 25 rep or so and was getting too into my head.
Started warm-up with a couple sets of chins (6 reps with tiny red band), some barbell thrusters, empty bar back squats and pushups. Ended with some 45# dumbbell waiter’s walks…
I’m down with a 630 am class for strength. If that happens count meIn.
I came to NY because I wanted to live deliberately; I wanted to live deep and suck out all the marrow of – no, wait, that’s not right. I came to NY for a boy. Which worked out pretty well. And then we left for a while, for rational reasons, and came back in September, this time for a job, which has not worked out as well. There are about a hundred reasonable reasons for leaving, and only one non-reason for staying: it feels like home. A rare find, in an itinerant life. Being here means living among echoes of family I no longer have: walking the same streets as my dad did, and all of his siblings, and grandparents I never met. Bringing my mom Brooklyn-specific gifts that make her cry. And being here means walking a greased path – being as shy as I am in other places means living in serious isolation, but here people talk to you all the time; (anti?)social interactions are easier, slipperier – you slide in and out with no effort. And sure, it’s too hot, and too loud, and it smells awful, and it’s way too expensive, and there’s no wilderness – there are so many reasons to leave. But it’s home. So we stay.
Mon, wed 6pm! But same question, aren’t there supposed to be three days?
I was active duty Army and getting ready to move from Seattle to Germany when they told me “Nope, you’re going to NY”; “Ft Drum!?” I said with horror(it’s in the bowels of upstate NY, north of Syracuse and near nothing). “No, Ft. Hamilton” they said. “Wheredafuck is that?” “Brooklyn” they replied. “Get the hell outta here, there’s an Army base in Brooklyn? Isn’t that a combat zone?” (All I knew of Brooklyn at that point was Hollywood based). I’ve been here ever since and can’t imagine ever not saying “I’m from Brooklyn”.
I would be very interested in these two strength intensive options. But with vacation plans, I don’t think I could commit until September.
Monday & Wednesday 6:30-8aMonday & Wednesday 6p-7:30p
Ben
I moved to NYC from Oregon in 1997. I was a couple of years out of college and needed something new and different. I had been to NYC a few times on vacation and really liked it. So I quit my job, bought a one-way plane ticket and the rest is history.
I came to Brooklyn because my now wife graduated a year before me and moved home. After I graduated it seemed like the logical move…and like melon its worked out wonderfully.
There have actually been a number of times that we’ve thought about moving. The itch for me usually happens in the winter time when I miss L.A. weather. One summer we even went out to Oakland to look at some places–but decided to stay.
I’d definitely consider moving to get closer to home and my folks as they get older. But I know I’d really miss Brooklyn.
CFSBK is actually a major factor in moving especially in the city.I got a new job on the UWS adn toyed with the idea I might want to move back up to Inwood–but then I was like WTF will I do for a gym?
I would be interested in the morning strength cycle, too – I’m not 100% sure it would work for me, but I would definitely give it a try.
We moved to NYC after 6 years in Boston because I basically put my foot down – I never liked Boston all that much (aside from some good friends we made there, of course) – and made us choose between southern CA (my homeland) or NYC. We quit our jobs, traveled for a few months, and then showed up here and crossed our fingers. We’d been here three months, unemployed, when Greg looked at me and said “We should have done this a long time ago.” (Luckily, we both found great jobs not long after that.)
I’ve always loved NYC, and after two years here, I can’t imagine ever leaving. Hell, I can’t imagine moving out of a 10-block radius of CFSBK.
Moved to New York for law school, because I had wanted to live in New York since I was 14, or old enough to know that I could want to live somewhere. I was a New York Jew raised in Vermont, New York has felt like home since minute one, and I don’t plan on leaving but maybe life will dictate otherwise.
i moved to new york after college in boston. i came here for no good reason — it was just something i always thought i would do, so i did it, without questioning. that was probably a mistake. i’ve come to enjoy new york and i’ve made a nice life for myself here, but i’d move somehwere else in a heartbeat. i always say i can’t wait for the day i leave new york, but i know i’ll miss it when i do leave. it’s complicated!
New York boy, born and raised in Queens. I’ve done time in each borough except Staten Island, and also done 2 stints out in New Jersey. I had been living up in the Bronx when Jess and I decided to finally move to South Slope where all our friends were anyway. It took me about a month (or a day) to become a BK snob and I was forever done with hanging out in Manhattan. That apartment on 18th street that we moved in to was the first place I lived by choice intstead of circumstance. We doubled our rent from the place in the Bronx and it was always worth it. I’m a neighborhood person and I love it here. I like knowing people in my hood and socializing and running into friends and aquantances without having to plan it or drive somewhere. I love the diversity that this city has to offer and that it all works out. I know some really close minded people from some really nice towns around the world and I’m glad I’m not like that. Although, cost of living (and operating a business) lead me to periodically dream of living elsewhere. Whenever I have those dreams the terror creeps in. I think I might hate it anywhere else and not fit in at all. NYers are a specific breed: we joke sarcastically, we hate waiting in lines, we don’t ‘ride’ escaltors, we can and will argue any point endlessly and with certainty, and we (mostly) also don’t care if you’re a gay, yellow, conservative, gun loving, free-range chicken eating, interracial illegal alien…as long as you can hang with our pace you’re alright by us. I’ve yet to believe there’s another place out there where we can all mix in well. I might like to have more space, a yard for the dogs, and to not have to worry about alternate side of the street parking and smelly garbage and tourists, but it’s all a small price to pay for being a part of the greatest city in the world, Brooklyn.
Moved here following Laurel. I had never been to New York before, and hadn’t really been to the east coast. Laurel had work at the Fed and I was trying to figure out what I wanted to do. We lived with my brother who was randomly in Brooklyn already for three months the first summer on the edge of Bushwick with no air conditioning, curtains or bed to raise the mattress we were sleeping above the level of the cockroaches.
That summer was a strange hallucinatory flophouse nightmare and I was convinced I hated New York.
We have been here for just about 5 years now and I only want to move during the winter. I don’t even really mind the humid heat anymore. And I can’t think of anywhere with better people, so we stay.
What brought me to NYC from the laid-back beachy suburbs of L.A.? The simple need to leave home. Too many Woody Allen movies as a teenager. The Ramones. Warhol. Basquiat. Interview magazine. Wishing I could’ve danced at Studio 54 and Mudd Club and seen bands at CBGB’s. Patti Smith. The Velvet Underground. Run DMC. Wild Style. Throwing my belongings in two suitcases to a city where I knew no one was recklessly liberating and I do not, for one second, regret doing it…
On another note- seriously need to work on my pull-ups! I’m afraid years of doing hair has done something to my shoulders. Or, maybe I just need to work on my pull-ups.
I was born in The Brooklyn Hospital in 1970 and have basically been here ever since. My Italian side got to Brooklyn around 1900 and my Irish side around the 1890s. My great grandparents got off the boat from Sicily and moved into an apartment on 479 Hicks Street. My Irish side lived at 578 East 42st in East Flatbush for 99 years. 4 years ago, my wife and I bought our house from my parents, who bought it from my grandfather in 1972. So, i guess I’m not leaving Brooklyn. I have traveled quite a bit and always say, “this place would be a nice place to live” but as soon as i’m back in Bklyn I know i’m home. I would miss the noise, smells, food, subway system, black snow, hot asphalt, CFSBK, my stoop, the mayor on my block who knows everything about everyone, the beach, the change of seasons, the front cover of the NY Post…
fox — very nicely said! when i moved to brooklyn (after stints in manhattan and queens) i knew i had found the right borough. (still miss queens now and then, particularly the excellent and abundant souvlaki.) i really love brooklyn and the diversity of experiences it offers, not to mention all the great people.
12pm today with coach shane. nice small class. it’s really fun crossfitting in the middle of the day — i have the day off but i felt like i was playing hooky. push jerks at 90 pounds and for the first time i felt not-terrified of overhead position. really excited for all the movements in this strength cycle, honestly!
Born and raised in Washington DC proper (Charlotte and I bond over this). Then spent four years in Ann Arbor at college. Moved to New York City five days after graduating in May of 1990. Had friends who’d gone to college here and got an apartment with two of them on Suffolk Street on the lower east side. The apartment was nice. Had a roof deck and a great view of midtown. But friends, those of you who remember NYC of that time know that Suffolk Street then was a true shit hole. Dozens of heroin dealers selling right out in the open. I just figured that’s the way things rolled in the big apple. (True story: I had the following conversation with two different cops on separate occasions. Cop: “You live around here?” Me: “Yeah.” Cop: “Why?”). I should have listened to the cops because in April 1991 junkies robbed my apartment while I was at work and then, for shits and giggles, lit it on fire. Lost nearly everything. Luckily, no people or cats were hurt! Knocked around Soho, Chinatown and the West Village for several years. Met the chick who would become my wife and we bought an apartment on the Upper West Side—we only bought because it was actually cheaper to buy than rent at the time. We really had no idea what we were doing. Gawd, the good old days. Anyhoo ditched the apartment for more space in South Slope. Move date: 9/11/2001, so that was problematic. But we made it a few days later and have been here ever since.
I moved to NYC to be a rock star. I managed to rawk in a bunch of bands, but the “star” part, eh, not so much. I stopped playing out when the dread of lugging gear eclipsed whatever fun I was having. I love Brooklyn and don’t really imagine moving anywhere else. I mean, if I won the lottery I might flee to the South Pacific or the Indian Ocean where I’d scuba in the morning, petanque in the afternoon, and drink beer and look at the stars at night. I’d still write the occasional absurdly long post on this blog. And I’d miss CFSB!
Did yesterday’s workout in Shane’s excellent noon class.Push jerk at 135x3x3. Failed at 145. I know that my limiters on this are mobility and technique. I’ll be attending more of Fox’s mobility classes, which will help.
WOD: 21, 15, 9 pull ups and burpees: 5:11 rx’dDid the first set of 21 pull ups unbroken which was a first for me in a WOD but I think if the order had been burpees and then pull ups, that might not have happened.
I moved to NYC from Berlin at the beginning of 1992. Berlin was the only place I’d ever lived outside of two small towns in Oregon. I had previously never been to New York,I knew no one here and only had about $1600. It took about a year to simultaneously have a room, a job and a girlfriend. I’ve loved it here since and have no plans to move.
Came to NYC from Germany 17 years ago because I needed to get out of town and a friend of mine who lived here said she needed a roommate. When I got here it turned out the room wasn’t really available, but things worked out anyway. It was a pretty random move, but turned out to be my best decision ever.
Lovely noon class with Shane. Push Jerks 145×3, 155×3, 165×3, 175×2. WOD with blue band pushups (15-9-6) and squirrely burpees 7:42.
I meant pullups, of course.
Jeremy….Monday & Wednesday 6p-7:30p
pul-ease!
I always love to hear the What Keeps You In New York stories. Here’s mine:
I moved here in 1999 with a little less than $900 to my name, a one-month sublet with a friend in Prospect Heights and a keen fear of the subway. I finished up undergrad at UMASS Amherst in 97-98 (it was a long slow road to actually receiving a degree that I think actually says 2004…) but stayed living in Northampton MA because it was cheap, boozy, easy living. (Margie and I did a play together at Smith College, small world-style).
I came to New York to act. To make theater. I did like 30 shows in five years, and then around 2004, I realized that the neo-bohemian lifestyle of the artist was never going to let me have nice things or a life without roommates, so I went into Voiceovers. My friend who was the Voice of Splenda hooked me up with her coach, I got an agent, and just a few years later became the Voice of Campbell’s Soup and GE Appliances. And I no longer have roommates, unless you count Will. Random fact: I was once on hold for a job that they said I was going to get if Oprah wasn’t available. (she was apparently available)
I can’t imagine ever living anywhere else– for the longest time I couldn’t imagine living anywhere except my shitty apartment on Ave C. Work-wise, I really only could l live in New York or LA. I would go to LA for work, and I’d love the weather, sure, but I’d have to come back to New York every now and then for some decent conversation and cynicism.
Although, the first time Will and I went to Berlin, we fell immediately in love and looked at real estate, but never pulled the trigger and instead moved to Carroll Gardens. Same thing, really.
Also, I want to say I’d do the early morning strength cycle, but I would probably sleep through a fair amount of it. I really like it as an end to the day.
i came to nyc in the 80’s for a family vacation on our way to pa. the city knocked me on my ass. then, me and the mrs (girlfriend then) moved here in 93. liese thought we were coming for a couple of years. oops. and we’re still here. queens first. we still question why to this day. then manhattan. and finally brooklyn. manhattan was great. we were young and mad and it was just right, close to the park, could walk to work, all good. then the rent went up and we had to move. brooklyn was never a place we’d want to go to. ever. now it’s the opposite. we’ve got pretty much everything we could want. great apt, garden for the kids, awesome hood, awesome school (lucked out on that one), found an awesome gym with a superb community that’s so close and we can walk or cycle everywhere.. f*#! manhattan.when we first got here we couldn’t understand the pace of life, you stop to think you lose your turn. now we go back to ireland, i at least get frustrated over there. people are in a fog and don’t realize it. i find myself screaming at them to wake up. would we move again? maybe. being away from family is tough. but, we moved here so if we don’t like the next place, we can always come back.
Intensity day
Squat 315x5x1Press 140x5x1Dead 385x5x1
Done and done, intensity day is fun!
Front SquatWarmup: 45x5x2 with green band 95×5 135x3Work: 165×3 165F 135x5x3
Many thanks to Laurel for the form work and the encouragement.
How I got to NY and why I’m still here seem like a lot of a blog comment, but I have a mortgage now, so I suppose it’s unlikely I’m going anywhere any time soon. Have enjoyed reading everyone else’s stories at the end of a busy week.
i came to NYC via southeastern Pennsylvania, U-Mich undergrad, Peace Corps/Poland, Syracuse grad school, and 9 hellish months at an internship in Tulsa motherfucking Oklahoma.
imagine me in Oklahoma. imagine me fleeing.
i drove my fifteen-hundred dollar powder-blue Ford Escort all the way back north from the Bible Belt as fast as it would go, windows rolled down because there was no air conditioning. state after state rushed by my windshield; i didn’t stop except to sleep. i was finally moving to New York.
i had only visited the city twice before i moved. it was the dot-com bubble then, and with no New York work experience i had landed myself a job at an ad agency making more money than my father had made in his life. my mother was quietly indignant all the way from York, PA.
the minute i arrived, i finally deserted my dream of becoming an academic. i never regretted it.
you know that view from the Jersey side as you approach the tunnel and the Manhattan skyline rises up, like a grey glittering Oz? i remember seeing it for the first time and screaming with joy. i still feel that way. every single year as i return from Christmas in PA, i see the city in the distance and i get those possibility butterflies.
and now i call it home.
Park Slope was the first place i lived in New York; two apartments there, then Flatbush in a co-op, then Sunset Park around the time of 9.11, then my lovely Carroll Gardens.
i love it here. Brooklyn is everything to me. it is everything i ever wanted.
Wanted to make sure to get my numbers in, to keep myself honest. It’s really amazing in the course of the crossfit week to see one’s strengths and weaknesses so bare–hell, even within the course of a workout. Did push jerks today with Chris Y. and Laurel coaching. Was mostly working on form, and got chastized by Laurel for going too heavy in the jerks. Work. On. Speed. Think I maxed at 165 for a triple, but it was dirty.
Did the pull-up/burpee workout in 5:13. Felt…not good after, burning and breathing hard and needed a decent amount of time sitting, but I was happy with the time. Definitely would have broken up my last few burpees without Laurel in my ear.