Megatron’s CrossFit Post
I know you are tired of hearing about Oktoberfest, but… Oktoberfest was a mental and physical battle I had to overcome, plus I went mind blank on what to write about. I knew going into the competition that I was not going to win or even come close to being in the top 5. Unless the Geography Bee counts, Oktoberfest is the only competition I have EVER competed in. The thought of suffering in front of hundreds of people was terrifying. When we got out of the car and saw the beastly /ripped women we were competing against, my goal became to just finish the workouts. I thought that would be enough of a challenge considering the Rx weight for the first workout exceeded my 1 RM for a thruster. It was tempting to bow out of the competition, eat a burger and fries with Blake and Doug (who actually ate cheesecake in front of us), and support the other competitors. This thought crossed my mind as the 3-2-1 countdown began before each MetCon.
When the time came for the chipper I kept telling myself, “Keep going. Ok. Get 5.” There was not enough icy hot to go around and my legs and back were completely gone. When the time came for the box jumps, I had to use everything in my body to get myself on that box. Everything I had still wasn’t enough. On the first jump, I fell on the corner of the box and gashed my leg open. The rest of my body was in so much pain that I didn’t realize how bad my leg was. It still hasn’t healed because the cut was fairly deep and it got infected thanks to Forrest’s poor wrap and doctoring job. :-D When I finished the last jumping back squat, I wanted to die, but one of the other female competitors came up to me and said how much she enjoyed watching and competing with me because I kept going even with my bloody leg. I was really surprised by this comment since I just was trying to finish the workout like everybody else. I mean… during the workout I kept saying, “I do not have the next 40.” Thankfully, the marine judge counting my reps looked at me and said, “Yes, you do. Get 5.” I guess it was that extra push that kept me going.
By the time the last workout came around everything in my body hurt and I started to actually feel the gash on my leg. Jessie and I even joked about watching the last workout from the sidelines or just skipping it and going out to eat. I found myself wobbling to the starting line with the only comfort that this would be the last thing I had to do. This other girl and I were neck and neck throughout the entire workout. We were on the last set of burpees and the thought of her beating me was worse than the pain of the burpees and the weighted tire drag. It amazed me how much anger can increase the intensity of the workout. I beat her right at the end and it was beautiful! When it was finally over, a decorated marine officer came up to me and said, “Let me tell you, I have seen a lot of things… and that was impressive.” Him telling me that made everything worth it. The gash suddenly didn’t matter and my aching body no longer mattered because I had survived Oktoberfest and actually inspired a few people. I know that when I watch a lot of Ktown members I get inspired, but I never guessed that people would get that from me, especially these seriously fit competitors.
So I’ll end with saying that there were times when I really thought it was impossible to pick the bar up off the ground and I remember thinking, “I can’t do the next workout…” I had to bring everything in me to finish those workouts because every movement felt like the last I had in me. I am living proof though that you always have one more wall ball, box jump, burpee, or workout in you. And go all out because you never know who will be inspired from your efforts.