Let me begin by saying, pervy-but-we-love-him-anyway coach is a seriously sadistic bastard. But, as his nickname suggests, we love him anyway. So here’s today’s report.
Warm Up: The new fancy yoga one I posted about yesterday.
It’s still not fantastic. I think if I covered my entire body with chalk on the front end there’s a chance I wouldn’t be slipping all over the floor by the end. Maybe. Probably not.
10 Toes to Bar
10 Kettlebell SDHP
20 Toes to Bar
20 Kettlebell SDHP
30 Toes to Bar
30 Kettlebell SDHP
Time: 29:20 with knees to boobs and 25lb KB
This was rough. Day 11 of Whole 30 = NO giddyup. None. Whatsoever. Running the two warm up laps was a challenge, so I knew this was going to be a hard WOD. When I saw it last night I started mentally pep talking myself right away, as I knew I would just have to pace myself, chip away at it, and get it done.
It was worse than I expected, but I really surprised myself. I didn’t quit. And I was able to string together my arguable excuse for toes to bar in sets of no less than 5. Grip strength improving.
I ended up walking a lot of the 1200. I didn’t love that, but my promise to myself became “run until you get tunnel vision and then you can walk again.” During my first lap of the 1200 a classmate (sorry, I don’t actually remember who it was so no fun nickname here… feel free to identify yourself and I’ll edit.) ran by and asked how I was doing. I growled something along the lines of, “I might die but I’m going to finish this workout.”
And finish it I did.
I was literally dead last by probably a solid 5-7 minutes. In the end, I had the ENTIRE 6 a.m. class around me, shouting at me, cheering for me, urging me to finish.
I really felt like I was going to vomit. Like, really really felt like I was going to vomit. I even yelled at one point that I needed a break or I was going to vomit.
Pervy-but-we-love-him-anyway coach retorted, “Fine, then vomit. But if you’re not puking your high pulling. Now PICK UP THAT KETTLEBELL.”
So I did. I can honestly say I’ve never been as happy to be done with anything as I was with this WOD. I didn’t puke, but only because I seriously didn’t want to toss my cookies in front of 20 cheering onlookers.
Yes, I’m that vain.
So thanks guys. See you again tomorrow.