I got a reasonable night’s sleep before visiting CF2a this morning. I remained calm. I think I was reasonable regarding my expectations considering I had just done Karen a few weeks ago.
At 6:30 this morning there were only four of us. We were paired up as follows: Katie and Micah, Tia and me.
Let me take a moment to make an observation. Over the past few weeks I have judged some amazing athletes, several whom I admire as fitness role models. I watched Nicole tire under the strain of Burpees in 13.1. I saw Ron challenged by 24-inch Box Jumps/Steps as 13.2 wore on. And today in 13.3, I watched the Wall Ball try to crush Tia.
When you see someone as fit as Tia straining to get one more toss, only to have to call No Rep, it breaks your heart. 100% effort expended; 95% effectiveness to target; 0 on the scoreboard. Do over. She was remarkable, she pulled off her 150 Wall Balls and moved onto Double-Unders. I don’t remember how many, but a few dozen at least. How she did it, I’ll never know. I am in awe of her tenacity, but when time was up, she was toast. As soon as the buzzer sounded she ran outside, looking sick. I glanced at her standing in the 20 degree temps and the steam was rising off her body as she was struggling to catch her breath. I was concerned for her, but I confess, I was getting very concerned for myself. If the Wall did this to Tia, what’s it gonna do to me?
What do you think goes through my mind when I see Nicole, Ron and Tia struggling to get past one movement to get to the next? It terrifies me. I am not pessimistic, I have accomplished a great deal in the months I have been in the Box, but I am still realistic about what is a reasonable expectation in light of my fitness level and age. I love CrossFit’s motto: Forging Elite Fitness. As I was driving to the gym today, I was reminded, that is my goal: to be fit, to be healthy. I desire to excel, but I do not confuse that with being the best. My desire is to leave the gym a better man than I was when I walked in.
I took on this workout with a very stark realization; I was doing a single movement for 12 minutes with 43% more weight than I have ever done before. I have never done Wall Balls with a 20 pounder before.
Within the first five tosses I knew this was going to be a torture test.
I was sloppy with my form. I think I was overwhelmed with the weight increase and it distracted me from the basics. As I play it back in my head, this is what I see: My stance was too narrow, therefore I was unable to use adequate leverage to unload coming out of the squat. My core wasn’t tight. My back wasn’t as straight as it should be, as I hollowed out, the weight took me off balance.
I was trying to knock out the reps in batches of five at a time, rest briefly, shake it off, do five more. Fatigue manifested itself in too many No Reps. Being off balance added a few more No Reps. From 75 on, I was getting at least one No Rep or dropped ball per batch of five. This was costing time, but more importantly it was costing me energy. I was running out of gas. I wanted desperately to break 100, but I crashed at 97.
Last week I wrote about focusing on the immediate task, One More Lift, One More Toss, One More movement du jour. But I don’t know where my head was today, I wasn’t looking out 12 minutes into the future. But I didn’t seem to be focused on the present either. I was flailing. I think I defeated myself, and Karen just finished the job.
This week, there will be no do-over of 13.3 for me. I am done with Karen, she’s too high maintenance for me!