Eva is a monster. I took one look at her & I already knew I didn’t like her. She is pure evil. I’ve never felt this way before until I had encountered her last night. I gave her a dirty stare, but in the end Eva whooped my butt. I’ve never felt so weak & puny before. The powers of Eva are so strong that she can make grown men cry, break down, & crumble to the ground. I know that’s how I felt.
5 Rounds for Time
30 Kettlebell swings (American) 75/44 (I did 22#)
First round, I did unassisted pull-ups, but I was painfully slow. I was basically doing 1-2, then resting. I was the last person to be done. I switched over to the red band for the rest of the rounds. Even then, it was rough because my forearms were completely shot.
Second & third round, I struggled, & felt like I was about to puke. Alas, there nothing in my stomach, so that wasn’t an option. While running in the fourth round, I’d realized my tired upper body had nothing to do with my legs. My legs could move faster if I would just stop focusing on my sore arms. That gave me a little more pep to my run. Don’t get me wrong, I was still dead last, but I’d mentally saw I had more steam left in me & it kept me going.
I seriously contemplated quitting halfway through the WOD. They had a 40 minute time cap. I thought they would tell me it’s done, pack it up & go home. The time was 39:34 when I completed the 4th round. I’d never thought I’d ever get a DNF (did not finish) for a WOD, but there’s always a first for everything. I was a little disappointed with myself, but I was also a little relieved that I could end my misery early. Then, I heard the coach tell us that we can continue until we are done.
Argh, why do they give us a choice?!? To be honest, I actually hate time caps on WODs because I’m the type who always want to finish what I’ve started. No matter how annoying, grueling & tough it is. I never want to mark my book with a DNF. So, I really didn’t have a choice. I begrudgingly chugged along.
It was 51:10 minutes of pure hell but what matters is that I had finished. I was second to last. These are the moments that make me very humble. There will be good & bad training days. This erred on the bad side, but I look at it this way: there’s always room for improvement. I’m a work in progress. Hopefully, today will be a good training day. Ah, wishful thinking. 🙂