I went for my 3rd workout yesterday. This is the most grueling work I have ever done. It takes me 3 times as long as it takes the other participants. I could only finish after a 15 minute break to feed the baby. Even then, I did 10 less burpies than the rest. That was my attempt at finishing.
Mind you, this was one of the 'shorter' workouts, but it took me an hour to complete.
Dwayne assured me that everyone hates burpies. There are shirts with explicits dedicated to burpies. Burpies work every muscle fiber in your body, which is why the military has been using them for a hundred years. Somehow, I know that I was whipped by burpies; for that, there is no consolation. Because somewhere around #6 I was tottering between fainting and vomiting.
I assure you, the latter came later!
Being an undisciplined person, as I am, my goal is just finishing. I'll worry about my time as I build up endurance.
I drove away singing, "you're not hardcore unless you live hardcore," from School of Rock. I realized at that moment, I am not hardcore. So I give it up for Dwayne, Kendall, John, Chris, Corey, Juliette, Olivia, Susie, Ryan, Stacy, Carol, Leeza, and everyone else who does crossfit.
These people are titans. I am merely a muppet.
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