Tuesday, October 30, 2012
A fellow CFer and I were discussing Sunday's WOD and how we were both non-runners. We both love all the lifts...just wanted to eliminate the 400m run.
Larry, one of our coaches, overheard us and took pity on us and scaled the run down to a 200m run. (Pete would have told us we could scale the run if we REALLY needed to...meaning if you were wimping out, only do the 200 meters, this time! LOL!)
We were grateful knowing that we weren't quite at the conditioning level where we could complete 200 lifts + four 400m runs and still be functional. Add to that my general aversion to running, and you can understand just how grateful I was. However, I have to build my stamina and distance to complete my Sprint next year...which means I need to run more often and for longer distances...talk about a Catch 22!
So, off we go on the 1st 200m feeling like we could manage this. We kept good cadence, and finished the 1st run with no problem. By the 3rd run, we were both definitely feeling the burn...rears dragging the ground! But there was one difference, our form. She ran with rounded shoulders and head down; I ran with head up and shoulders back maintaining an open chest cavity. This distinction made all the difference come round 4.
We were exhausted by the 4th run...having already completed 200 lifts and 3 other runs. But those last 200 meters were all that stood between us and finishing the WOD! So off we went. As we reached the 50 meter mark, my partner started to fizzle. By the halfway mark, she slowed down to a walk. I was still running at a slow jog and was determined to complete the 'run' running...especially since Larry had already scaled the run for us...and I did.
When my partner made it back to the Box, she told Larry that I was definitely a runner...because only a runner would push on to the finish when all she wanted to do was collapse. Of course, I shook my head in denial. Who me. A runner? Definitely not...at least not yet. I just wanted the WOD to be over with as soon as possible...which meant I had to keep running!
But as we recovered, a thought started forming in the back of my mind. Who me? A runner? Naw! Well maybe....