Halting Snatch Deadlift (to the Mid-Hang) + Mid-Hang Snatch:
Start light and spend 15 minutes working up to a heavy load on the complex. Pause for a 3 count at the Mid-Hang and then move directly into the Snatch. If you’re newer to the lifts, then you can complete the Deadlift and reset to the Mid-Hang for the Snatch.
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Exposure 5 of 8
3 Rounds for Time:
Sub Hanging Leg or Knee Raises for Toes-to-Bars as needed.
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A Fond Farewell from Coach Noah
By Noah Abbott
This Sunday will be my last class as a coach at CrossFit South Brooklyn before I head to LA for the CrossFit Games, where I will be helping with some media projects being put together by Beyond The Whiteboard. (A good bit of this content is for subscribers, so if you want to check it out sign up! It’s also the best WOD tracking service out there AND is CFSBKer owned and operated.) I’ll be back in NY briefly near the end of the month before moving to Austin, but imagine I will be quite busy packing, nervous eating, and crying.
It’s been about 6 years since I started as a member at CFSBK. I joined after finding CrossFit during a government deployment to Phoenix, and in the spring of 2010 joined the gym as a newb CrossFitter with decent aerobic capacity, little strength or technique, and questionable fashion sense. At some point David realized it was hopeless to try to keep me from talking all the time, and he decided to direct my enthusiasm towards talking specifically (most of the time) about CrossFit. I started training as a coach alongside Jess Fox that summer, and despite a penchant for coming to coaching training after a too-late night, I quickly realized how much I loved the gym and my new place in it as a coach.
I was working for the government full-time back then. I had worked hard to get the job because I wanted to help people, to make them safer in a scary world, and to pay back into my larger community for an upbringing that was undeniably privileged. I had also watched Point Break a lot, the importance of which should not go unnoted. Over time I began to realize that my government job would never involve infiltrating a gang of surfer/skydiver/bank robbers, and often left me feeling like I wasn’t helping anyone and only perpetuating cycles of misunderstanding and questionable decision making.
I was incredibly fortunate to stumble bass-ackwards into a part-time job that turned into a career that will now turn into a business venture, that all along has delivered what I thought I wanted from my government job. As the lens I see the world has matured, I’ve realized that every day as a coach I get to make people safer, stronger, and more resilient from things much more likely to harm them than abstract spectre of terrorism, such as chronic disease, decrepitude, and injury. I get to see the results of my work every day when people learn new skills, set PRs, get off their meds, rehabilitate, and recover. Further, I’ve spent six years giving to and being nourished by a vibrant, compelling, diverse, and loving community, a relationship more powerful than I could ever have dreamed.
Our community has a few big pieces that I’d like to acknowledge. First, I will forever be indebted to El Capitan David Osorio who saw something in a subpar CrossFitter with a big mouth. I imagine I will always be playing catch-up trying to emulate his ability to be genuine, careful with words and action, creative, visionary, and generally the glue that holds the ship together. He and Christian Michael Thomas Fox (and Shane Williams) were instrumental in teaching me the craft of coaching, which in many ways for me has been a lesson about life. They taught me to think before I speak and to strive for an economy of language (I know, I’m still working on it.) They taught me that your attention and care must stretch to every corner of the room and that nobody deserves to live outside the walls of your compassion. They taught me that in an hour you can warm up, learn about your neighbors, lift heavy things, do things you never dreamed you could, and laugh all the while. Thanks David and Chris for teaching me, and continuing to teach me.
One of the reasons I’m convinced this is the best job in the world is that your colleagues quickly become your best friends. In rough order of vintage, David, Chris, Shane, Jeremy, Margie, Laurel, Nick, Jess, McDowell, Melissa, Josh, Arturo, Whitney, Katie, and JB have all been sources of inspiration, camaraderie, levity, honesty, and patience. I’ve been so lucky to learn alongside them, to hang with them after we roll the gate down, and doubly lucky that they only occasionally eye-roll me when I dance, make hackneyed literary allusions, or sandbag a workout. I hope I can take a little bit of each of their skills, eccentricities, and passion with me and share them with a new crop of people.
Those new people will have to work insanely hard to compete with the members that I’ve had the distinct pleasure of coaching and befriending at CFSBK. Living in a city that is often celebrated for overworking its inhabitants, siphoning their precious time as they wait for the subway, emptying their wallets, and slowly turning them into the type of people that curse at slow walking tourists, the people at CFSBK are a daily refutation that New York City eats its young. Every day you guys whittle time from your already packed schedule, make the trip from near and far, and commit yourself to an experiment about what a culture of people committed to personal enrichment can look like. You do things that are inherently frightening, challenging to normative ideals of beauty, gender, health, and lifestyle, and are simply put, badass. You do it with a smile, with grace, with determination, with white-hot intensity, and its damned inspiring. You pay me to tell you how to better do things that are uncomfortable and often frustrating, and you thank me for it when you peel yourself off the floor. More than anything, I want to thank you, the members of CFSBK- you make my job easy, because coaching is about caring, and you guys are all incredibly easy to care deeply about.
If you think you’ve gotten rid of me, please think again. This is simply a fare-thee-well for now, and I fully expect to spend lots of time in NYC going forward. If any of you come to Austin and don’t drop in and say hi I will curse your names, build a simulacrum in your likeness, and make your voodoo effigy do thrusters until your arms and legs fall off.
My last class at CFSBK will be Anti-Gravity, this Sunday at 2:00pm. Afterwards I will be heading to Pig Beach on Union Street to eat, drink, and of course of course of course talk loudly and laugh loudly-er. I hope every single one of you joins me.
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