Crew. Something’s happened to my brain. Remember the packhorse week? When I carried what felt like a human corpse and ran 800m? In hindsight that was a turning point. Then running the 5k in 30 minutes last week compounded it. It culminated in Saturday’s workout being awesome. Amazeballs. Remarkable. It was also bring-a-friend week so I dragged my Tough Mudder buddy Bronwyn along. She was thrilled, if by thrilled you mean giving me the stink-eye from when I pull-up at her place at 5:40am to when I drop her home again two hours later.
Something’s clicked in my brain. I rowed 1km at the speed our coach said we should be at (I’m always a good 5-10 seconds slower). I did FOUR x 7m lengths of monkey bars. I did 4×10 proper push-ups and walking lunges and FIFTY THREE wall balls (a deep squat then throwing a weighted ball above a line on a wall – what? I never said it was rocket science.)
I did 3 1km runs this week, one carrying the 10kg (I checked) sandbag that almost killed me two weeks ago without any of the ‘holy fuck I’m going to die’ internal monologue. OH sure, it was all hard and painful and arduous but not once, in my head, did I think to myself, ‘I can’t do this’. It wasn’t that I was thinking I could, it just wasn’t even part of the conversation.
I call that The Breakthrough.
I was on an absolute high at the end of it, completely incapable of NOT babbling incessantly to Bronwyn the whole way home. Eventually she looked at me and said, ‘you’re on some sort of sick post-exercise adrenalin high, just shut up.’ As she got out of the car she flipped me the bird. I’m so hoping she comes every week.
This week we’re doing The Spit to Manly run. I can not WAIT!