…she was very, very good; and when she was bad, she was horrid.
Yesterday was the Festivus Games. I won 2/3rds of it, but actually 7th overall, which is a bit of a bummer because I was edged out of the final WoD by one place. For the first WoD, the 2K Row, I PR’d and won by 21 seconds at 7:26. I did between 1:50 and 1:55 for the first 1500 and then just put the hammer down for the last 500m, red-lining it all the way to the finish. It was a good strategy, but difficult in the beginning to reign it in and actually force myself to slow down. But I’ve done it before, and I know it works and yesterday was no different.
But I sold my soul to the Devil to get a sub-7:30 2K. When I was done, I could barely climb off the rower. I was staggering, literally. Before WoD 2, I did a few air squats and thought, uh-oh. WoD 2 was never going to be my WoD (10-minute AMRAP of 50 OTB burpees, 30 back squats 95#/65# and 10 TTB), as there were absolutely no movements in it that 1.) I’m good at or 2.) I like. But even then, the row caught up quickly and by the second set of burpees I knew I was pretty well fucked. I took 22nd place at 125, which was the death knell to making it into the final, no matter what I did on the third.
The third WoD, the 5RM DL, I PR’d again, by 10#, getting 245# and winning that event as well. Not making it to the mystery WoD was a bit ambivalent for me. On one hand, I really, really didn’t want to do a fourth WoD. On the other hand, my heart sank when I saw them carrying out the kettlebells and barbells. It ended up being 21-15-9 thrusters (95#/65#) and Russian KB swings. I would have done well at that, even tired.
In the end, I did what I set out to do: to win WoDs 1 and 3. Podium would have been nice but I really can’t be too upset about winning 2/3rd of it.