I figured out how to hook my Ipad up to the big screen down in the basement...while I was at the gym, Jim made two of the most awesome looking Paleo Pizza's.
Needless to say, the streaming wasn't being picked up on any of my devices at that moment and my heart was beating frantically with the fact that I missed the release of the WOD...it came back on several frantic minutes later with the two girls facing each other as they were getting ready to call 3,2,1 GO!!
When I finally settled down and figured out what the workout was the girls online had already started resting for the first 3 minute portion of the workout...immediately I start planning what I am going to do. My first thought was, "there is no way I can do 2 rounds of 10 in 3 minutes!" Instantly sabotaging my mental game. UGH!!!! Here I go again.
I knew I had to WOD first thing Friday morning as we were celebrating Brooke's team going to state on Friday night. So, mental preparation was going to be the key here. One thing I did know is that the OHS were light and I wouldn't have a problem with them, the C2B on the other hand. I never seemed to "get back" and these made me a little nervous.
Know your strengths AND know your weaknesses!!!
My initial goals. Do not break up the OHS. If I got to the 14's I would be happy, if I got to the 16's I would be ecstatic and I would bust out a happy dance. I got into the 14's and was 8 reps shy of getting into the 16's. When I finished the WOD I was tired...but not drained. I knew if I pushed myself I could get to the 16's. I started strategizing immediately.
It's finally Monday - 80 hours after my first attempt at this WOD. I have talked, strategized and thought about this for 80 freaking hellish hours. I really needed to just do this and be done. I was nervous and ready all at the same time.
If you aren't afraid of your workout it isn't hard enough!!!
Deb, my best female partner EVER came up to me and asked if I wanted to go first or second. I said I want to go when Hunter goes. I asked Hunter if he wanted to go first or second. He said I want to go when you go. At that point, I had picked my pace car or should I say we picked our pace cars.
About 10 seconds before Jim started the clock, I looked at Chris Burkhead and mouthed "I am nervous!" He said, you got this! I took a deep breathe 3,2,1 GO!!!
Hunter took off like a bat out of hell. He squat snatched the bar and repped out 10 before I realized it was time to go. I know Hunter VERY WELL and he typically starts quickly so I knew for now that I needed to just settle in and wait it out. I would use him when I needed him, in the round of 14.
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| Every time I look at this picture, I coach myself and say, "eyes up!" |
We were neck and neck and I could hear Joe count Hunter's reps and Deb would count mine...it was coming down to the wire and I could hear everyone screaming and I could hear Jim counting the clock and I knew I had seconds to get my last two reps in...I was on autopilot...waiting for Deb to tell me what to do and I would do. My body was responding without a thought from my brain...3,2,1 TIME...as Jim was screaming that my body hoisted towards the pull-up bar for my final rep.
I made it. I freaking made it to the 16's.
There were no bells or sirens or whistles. I couldn't have done a happy dance at that time if I tried. I wasn't ecstatic or even excited. I was DONE. That is the only word that describes how I felt at that very second. DONE.
But, oh the best part of making it to the 16's is I had 3 more minutes of pure un-adultered torture. That is what it was each and every rep was pure torture. After much insisting from the crowd I finally picked the bar up. I will now admit to the crowd that the only reason I picked the bar up, is because Hunter did and he was pulling ahead of me once again. I wanted to leave it there and I wanted someone to rub my forearms and to calm my burning lunges. But Hunter picked the bar up so I had to as well. I couldn't let him win.
I did 10 reps and dropped the bar. I know in the midst of those 10 reps I was crying and moaning each and every rep hurt worse than the last. I picked the bar back up and did 15, 16, 17....that's when I came to. I looked at Deb and said, "how many reps should I do?" 16 was the answer...oh well I did 17 now I get to go to the pull-up bar. 1 rep at a time...forearms on fire...lunges burning...I was praying for Jim to call time. I was on rep 15 when Hunter picked his bar back up...that little shit was ahead of me STILL...rep 16...TIME!!!
Hunter beat me by 4 reps. I picked the perfect pace car. I couldn't or wouldn't have done that well without him.
About 10 minutes after the workout my forearms looked like the concrete bricks on the wall and my throat felt like I may have swallowed one of those bricks as well. I know Hunter felt the same way...it was a horrible feeling still.. and then my FAVORITE thing of the entire day happened. Hunter walked up to me and said, "we have to do that WOD again soon - I know I can get to the 18's!"
Yep, folks.
We CrossFit to be better. Better at anything. Better at everything. Better at something. Better at CrossFit. Better at life. Better parents. Better students. Better spouses. Better workers. Just Better.
Hunter is 18 and he's already learning that there is nothing in this life that can stop him from being better as long as he puts his heart and soul into doing it.
My job is complete.
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