Today I hit the 9am CFS group WOD. I had initially planned on doing a different met-con today, but after writing the "12 Pack" WOD last night I was anxious to take a dose of my own medicine. Awesome/awful idea. Absolutely brutal workout. I ripped through the first 7 0r 8 movements and was probably on pace to finish in around 10-11 minutes...then I hit the 12 hang squat cleans. I had hoped to do two sets of 6 and ended up doing 4 sets of 3...then I hit the shoulder presses. I had the 12th rep just above my head at 11:56 and couldn't quite lock it out. Having to redo it cost me around 20 seconds, making my final time 12:18. Grrrr...oh, well. It's funny cuz even after not performing as well as I know I could've at regionals this year, I was more pissed off at myself today than I was then. It's mainly because I know that at regionals, even though things didn't go as well as I'd hoped for, I gave everything I had. Today I know I left a little gas in the tank during the couple of times in the WOD that I started feeling sorry for myself. It's easy to say, "Oh, I could've gotten sub-this or that if I would've had someone coaching me through" (which, by the way, is exactly what I told myself and others all day) but the real test of fortitude is when you can push yourself to your absolute limit when it's just you and the bar vs the clock.
~ Cochise out
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