Me and the Murph

I keep meaning to do the “Murph.” It was our solo Spartan workout a few weeks ago, but I never got to it. And now it’s become a monster that I must vanquish.

Workout: The Murph
For time:

• 1 mile Run
• 100 Pull-ups
• 200 Push-ups
• 300 Squats
• 1 mile Run

Partition the pull-ups, push-ups, and squats as needed. Start and finish with a mile run. If you’ve got a twenty pound vest or body armor, wear it.

The plan was to tackle it this morning, but my dad — retired commercial pilot, current truck driver, one of my favorite people in the world — had a drop in Austin this morning (chicken parts, chocolate) so we met for breakfast tacos and a way-too-brief visit.

And tonight Dave and I are seeing Tom Petty, so there will be no post-office workout either.

The Murph has grown to epic proportions in my imagination. It is my Moby Dick. I’m not saying I’m scared of it or anything, but it’s breathing down my neck.

“One hundred pullups.” It threatens. “Two hundred pushups.” It mocks. “Three hundred squats.” It taunts.

Thursday is the day. Without doubt or hesitation. Thursday I will conquer the Murph.

This is my pledge to you.

And me.