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Last Wednesday, I told y’all how I kinda cheated myself out of a 65# thruster – and I vowed that next time, I wouldn’t let my preconceived notions of what I can do get in my way.
This morning, I had to walk the walk… or, more accurately, thrust the thruster.
This was the WOD on the whiteboard today:
10 unbroken burpees
Coach Tristy said to start at the weight we used for the workout last week, which put me at 60#. I placed two of those itty-bitty 2.5# plates next to my weight lifting platform and planned to add them to the bar sometime during the workout.
First round. Awesome! Thrusters felt good and I flew through the burpees. My feet have wings! I thought, as I headed out for the first sprint.
But 30 seconds rest was entirely too short.
Rounds two, three, and four were like a being smacked with a giant discomfort stick that had been sharpened to a fine point of misery. So I focused on form: elbows high on the thrusters, head through at the top… chest tall on the end of the burpee… up on the balls of my feet on the sprint. I yelled the cues so loudly in my head, there was no room for thinking or whining. The extra weight plates laid forgotten on the floor.
On round 4, I didn’t pull my head back out of the way fast enough on the thruster, and the bar smacked the underside of my chin hard enough to rattle my teeth. I soldiered on.
Round 5. I felt like I was thrusting the barbell through semi-hardened cement. Elbows up, I screamed inside the noggin. After the fifth and blessedly final rep, I dropped the bar and threw myself into my first burpee.
“Nice job on those 65# thrusters,” Tristy said.
“I [huff] only [puff] have [gasp] 60 [wheeze] on [cough] the [pant] bar [grunt],” I replied.
“Nope… it’s 65,” she said. “I added weight to the bar while you were running.”
And that is how my super awesome coach Tristy ensured I didn’t cheat myself at solitaire.
My time: 9:53
Best weight: 65#
Tristy also informed me that I will always do 65# thrusters now, so next time we do Fran, I’m jumping up the weight. Hooray! I now have that to
dread look forward to…