Readers Digest Version:
1. I survived
2. It was a train wreck
3. I hate crying
4. Ice is amazing!
5. More pictures are coming I just don’t have my hands on them yet!
I am alive still, and there will be at least 4 days off from the gym. My back was already tight and sore so I had kines tape up one side and down the other (this is important later). The first WOD was deadlifts and burpees. Everyone knows burpees are the thing I am the slowest at and then some. 115 pound deadlift is nothing to me. I am strong not fast. When I practiced this workout I got through 3 full rounds, 5 deadlifts, and 2 burpees (6 minute time cap). During the competition I got through 4 rounds, 5 deadlifts, and 12 burpees. That my friends is almost a full round improvement! I was stoked by this and my only goal for the day was to beat myself on every WOD.
My amazing friend/crossfitter Mallory and I after the first workout.
Onto the second workout which was wallballs and snatches. It took me something like 12 minutes and change when I practiced and they put a 10 minute time cap on it. We had 3 rounds of 20 wallballs and 20 – 45 pound statches. On my second snatch in the first round my back popped and hurt like hell. I quickly lost the feeling through my right ass cheek and the top of my leg. Somehow I pushed through at VERY slow speed and made it to round 3 and pulled off 12 snatches. I was the only one still working and everyone else in my heat was done. My judge was amazing and one of the girls from our box. I also had pretty much our whole gym around me and I remember thinking two things. The first “this sucks really f’in bad” and the second “maybe no one can tell these are tears and they just look like sweat”.
I proceeded to lay on the mat outside as tears streamed and I attempted to pull my shit together. I have no idea who pulled me up but I am pretty sure it was one of the guys. I got inside and was down and out on the chiropractor table while I was texting her frantically (she was at a conference so not at the gym). I then iced my back, put the tens unit on it, attempted to roll out, and repeat. The chipper was up next and I am too much of a stubborn jackass to quit hurt or not.
Onto the third WOD. It was a chipper of cleans, sit-ups, box jumps, jumping pull ups, singles, kettlebell swings, burpees, and overhead stationary lunges. As I moved onto the floor one of the coaches was setting up. He is the one who runs our 9am class and who I typically workout with, we had the following conversation (because I must have looked awful at this point).
Tommy: you ok?
Tommy: What happened?
Me: My back is f’d up and I think I might be dying.
Tommy: Why don’t you not do this?
Me: Because I am a stubborn ass and not going to quit unless I am dead.
Tommy: Ok…go get em’ girl
**This conversation was completed with a quick ass slap**
My judge was Jody who also coaches our 9am class and I love. As we stood there talking I told him I had to pee so if I peed while jumping rope or on the box jumps don’t be alarmed (those of you who crossfit know that sometimes a girl just pees her pants while working out…no biggie!). I also told him I was going to try not to cry but I made no promises. He hugged me and said something to the effect of “Girl you got 18 minutes, we got this all day” . Honestly, I expected the tears to come on the cleans from pain. They didn’t. I was rocking my old time (9:46 I think). I made it to the box jumps when people said I started wincing from pain before every one (I didn’t notice guess it just happened). I remember Jody saying “girl get yo ass up on that box”, and I did. And I kept going. I looked up at the clock before burpees and it read 6:30. Holy shit there was a shot in pain or not I beat my old time.
I got to the burpees and it went to hell in a hand basket. About burpee number 16 the tears started. My back was locking up every time I got down on the ground. Every.single.damn.time. I got down and didn’t think I was getting back up. The tears started…I recall exactly on #16. I know this because I looked at the girl next to me who had torn her hands bad on pull ups. There was blood everywhere, she was crying, I was crying, but we were still going. I remember thinking if she hasn’t quit and is bleeding I can get my ass up off the floor. And I did. I somehow finished the WOD in 11 or 12 minutes; the girl next to me finished in 17:50 something (there was an 18 minute time cap). I was so excited for her, and today have no voice from cheering for her. She was a badass!
Next thing I knew I was sitting on the stack of weights, someone handed me a beer, my shoes were off and it was over. I parked it on the floor, drank my beer, and ate chocolate. I was a hot mess, in pain, but thrilled to be done.
Immediately after it was over, happy, kines tape half torn off my back, and smiling.
I was chilling in a different room with some of the guys who still had to finish. We were talking about numbers and the WOD. They were insisting that it was only 15 burpees. I said “there is no way because I did 30 and just finished”. Well, guess what?!?! It was damn 15. Jody (my poor judge) mis-read and I did 15 extra burpees, the thing I am the slowest at. So between that and my back it explains my junk time.
I finished 8 out of 8 on the day. You know what? It doesn’t matter. I finished and that is what counts. I was hurt but I pushed through. Lots of people from our gym finished in the top 3 of their category. Its so amazing to workout with such a great group of people. They really are like family. If it had not been for them there is no way I would have finished. I just couldn’t quit and disappoint them (nobody would have blamed me for quitting hurt, but I wasn’t going to do it). They cheered like crazy and poured just as much into it as any of us did. Not to mention they did a fine job beer running when it was over!
It was done around 430, and I stayed at the gym till about 930 to hang out. By then my back hurt so bad I had to bounce. I am working on getting pictures and will put up a post with a bunch when I get my hands on some. Here are 2 more fun ones. They aren’t the best quality but you get it.
Above: Myself in the green, Jimmy in red (he owns the gym), Michelle in blue, and Richard in black (he won first in scaled mens!). Clearly something was funny and I am in love with this pic.
Our after party crew. I am on the top right in black shorts and light blue shirt (showered and changed). Jody in the red I am hugging after giving him a TON of crap about counting to 15 not 30. Fine group of people right there.
Sorry this one is so long but ya know, memories!!