THE MOST FEARLESS THING I DID ALL WEEK: or How to Push Through Fear While Completing a Ridiculous Crossfit Workout of the Day

I HATE RUNNING.  Let me repeat that again. I HATE RUNNING.  I hate running so much, that I chose to be a competitive swimmer in middle school and high school.  So because I hate running so much, I decided to complete my first marathon this November.  This is a step in the direction of a FEARLESS Bucket List item - completing an Iron Man Competition which I plan to do next year..  To prepare for the Brooklyn Marathon in November, I have started taking Crossfit Endurance Workouts.  I submit for your pleasure and entertainment a written expression and Bitmoji gif of how I fearlessly completed the “Triple 3” workout this week.

I arrived to the Crossfit NYC box at noon “excited and scared” as Little Red Riding Hood sings in Into the Woods.  I was pumped to complete this workout which had originally been scheduled for the week before.  The Triple 3 was the task ahead.  3000 meter row.  300 double unders.  3 mile run.  I had my iPhone with a fruity mix of showtunes and 80’s power ballads.  My goal was to complete the workout in under an hour.  I was ready for anything.  3-2-1 GO! 

It took me approximately 13 minutes to complete the 3000m row.  I HATE ROWING, almost as much as I HATE RUNNING.  There are lots of excuses as to why I hate rowing.  I’m short.  I always finish last.  It’s always more fun to do participate in tasks where you are playing to your strengths.  When you have to work through the stuff you are not so good at, that’s when real growth occurs.  By the time I got off the rower and started the double unders, most of the men were already furiously jumping rope.   

For those who do not know Crossfit, a double under is two rotations of the jump rope per single jump.  I thought that this would be the least challenging part of the workout.  WRONG.  It took me upwards of 12 minutes to complete the 300 double unders.  There were so many places in this part of the workout where I was tempted to scale down.  Once your mind decides that you are not able to complete the jump,  you start failing.  When I reached 100 I thought “Well that’s exhausing.  Only 200 to go.”  When I reached 200 I thought, “Well that’s terrible and I can’t feel my shoulders.”  When I reached 250 I realized I was the only person left in the box, all the others were already out of the box and on the run.  I thought, “I could just cheat and stop here, it’s not like anyone would know.”  I looked at the clock, mustered up whatever jumprope strength I had left and completed the last 50 in two sets of 25 unbroken.  I felt like falling to the ground, but instead grabbed my IPhone and headed to the staircase.  

Now came the most dreaded part.  The THREE  MILE RUN.  Let me remind you . . . I HATE TO RUN.  I wiped the sweat of my brow.  Put on my ear phones.  Blasted the Fernando cover by Pink Martini.  And as I stepped onto the scorching NYC sidewalk and started running, I got into a groove.  And as I was running across 28th street to the West Side Highway, through the flower markets between 6th and 7th Avenue, through construction between 9th and 10th, through the exhaust of rush hour traffic, through pedestrians trying to get a meal, and all the “hundred people getting off of the train” it landed on me, “Wow my legs hurt.  Wow, I can’t feel my shoulders right now.  Wow, I really want to  stop . . . BUT I’m going all the way.  I’m finishing this because I said I was going to finish it.”  The run became an opportunity to celebrate being back in NYC after 5 years.  So I pushed.  I was thirsty.  I was hot.  I wanted it to end.  The tape of NO, STOP, I HATE RUNNING was playing louder than the Glee Cover of Don’t Stop Believing . . . but nothing was going to stop me now.  As I reached the homestretch and then had to climb up 4 flights of stairs at the end to complete the run, I looked at the clock and came in at 55:59.  I beat my goal.  And as I lay on the ground exhausted, muscles achy, trying to catch my breath, I thought to myself - “When do I get to do this again?”