Seriously. Wanted. To. Die.
I have been doing CrossFit for a little over a year now. Up until this workout, I have never wanted to puke after a WOD. Until today. My stomach is uneasy and my hands are shaking. At some point, and I can’t be sure, but I thought I saw unicorns dancing in fields and I remember hearing the voice of God. This WOD was disgusting. No breaks, just pain. I broke up the pull-ups throughout and the thrusters in the set of 21. I did double unders as best as I could, which meant one at a time. During the set of 15 I was able to string 8 together in a row which was a huge accomplishment for me.
I did Fran last year and it took me about 8 minutes. I was using the bands for the pull-ups at the time. Not sure if I could do the RX thruster at that time either. To do this, basically Fran twice, at RX was quite an achievement for me. In that aspect I was very pleased.
Assuming I am still able to operate my arms and legs, the plan is to hit the road for Nashville in a few hours, putting us up there around 3 or 4 depending on how well my wife’s bladder holds up. ;-)
13.1 awaits tomorrow.