Although we were the first team out of the water, I began to feel the effects of this grueling WOD within the first leg of the event. The effects were additive as I felt the weight of the ruck clamping my shoulders together and pulling me into the earth. Possibly because of the plan of attack (alternating short sprints), the wheelbarrow push induced that familiar, yet balanced feeling of overall fatigue. I felt strong through that portion, but quickly threw myself back into the psychological grinder as we took on the 3 mile vehicle push with next to no rest. Unquestionable muscle fatigue and a sense of doubt were constantly combated during the initial uphill stretch of this section. It was important not to accept the weakness that attempted to set in, or more importantly show it to your teammate at this point . The pallet drag was the only area where I felt we were lacking in strategy. Attempting to alternate between short sprints proved inefficient because of the time wasted in trading and securing the vest. Beyond muscle fatigue, the wear of miles traversed seeped into my joints like blood into cotton, and I had not even endured the worst of the challenges. The mooring line pull was substituted for a 100lb loaded prowler pulled by a 15' rope. This portion trumped even the 3 mile vehicle push because it was CONSTANT. The undying coefficient of static (then kinetic, then back to) static friction between the asphalt and the sled was punishing for every inch traveled. The downhill breaks in effort earned by pushing the vehicle uphill, were non-existent in pull. I distinctly remember a few downhill lengths of road that brought us to a halt. The goal became to keep moving, as muscle tightness turned to muscle cramping with every resting second. After finally returning the prowler to its starting position, we began the last run. It felt liberating to move without the crutch of weight - I felt only constrained by the overall toll that the constant wear Scar Treck had exerted. Thanks for the workout - it was definitely an excercise of will and mental toughness. 6:21:34
Been a while since my last transmission to the FOB 324. All is well an still streaming ahead in the I formation, thats me myself and (!) Ran the UNF stadium steps this afternoon for 14 rds. Black flag flying, buzzards circling and TOOL blasting on the ipod. Is this necessary to run in this heat? What compels us to push ourselves to these levels of exhaustion? My next waypoint is 08:00 25 Sep 2010 @ Amelia island F.G.B. My relationship with this particular wod has been (redacted). Time for a different strategy. Still chasing the illusive 300 pts
Thanks for the AAR Shain. It's certainly a deep uncharted state of exhaustion. Despite the length and oxidative nature of the event we found many areas requiring max effort like turning the corner in the jeep. It sounds like the prowler drag was just as miserable as the mooring line! The clock was our only competition. It would be interesting to have experienced this racing against other teams.
Although we were the first team out of the water, I began to feel the effects of this grueling WOD within the first leg of the event. The effects were additive as I felt the weight of the ruck clamping my shoulders together and pulling me into the earth. Possibly because of the plan of attack (alternating short sprints), the wheelbarrow push induced that familiar, yet balanced feeling of overall fatigue. I felt strong through that portion, but quickly threw myself back into the psychological grinder as we took on the 3 mile vehicle push with next to no rest. Unquestionable muscle fatigue and a sense of doubt were constantly combated during the initial uphill stretch of this section. It was important not to accept the weakness that attempted to set in, or more importantly show it to your teammate at this point . The pallet drag was the only area where I felt we were lacking in strategy. Attempting to alternate between short sprints proved inefficient because of the time wasted in trading and securing the vest. Beyond muscle fatigue, the wear of miles traversed seeped into my joints like blood into cotton, and I had not even endured the worst of the challenges. The mooring line pull was substituted for a 100lb loaded prowler pulled by a 15' rope. This portion trumped even the 3 mile vehicle push because it was CONSTANT. The undying coefficient of static (then kinetic, then back to) static friction between the asphalt and the sled was punishing for every inch traveled. The downhill breaks in effort earned by pushing the vehicle uphill, were non-existent in pull. I distinctly remember a few downhill lengths of road that brought us to a halt. The goal became to keep moving, as muscle tightness turned to muscle cramping with every resting second. After finally returning the prowler to its starting position, we began the last run. It felt liberating to move without the crutch of weight - I felt only constrained by the overall toll that the constant wear Scar Treck had exerted.
ReplyDeleteThanks for the workout - it was definitely an excercise of will and mental toughness.
6:21:34
Been a while since my last transmission to the FOB 324. All is well an still streaming ahead in the I formation, thats me myself and (!) Ran the UNF stadium steps this afternoon for 14 rds. Black flag flying, buzzards circling and TOOL blasting on the ipod. Is this necessary to run in this heat? What compels us to push ourselves to these levels of exhaustion? My next waypoint is 08:00 25 Sep 2010 @ Amelia island F.G.B. My relationship with this particular wod has been (redacted). Time for a different strategy. Still chasing the illusive 300 pts
ReplyDeleteThanks for the AAR Shain. It's certainly a deep uncharted state of exhaustion. Despite the length and oxidative nature of the event we found many areas requiring max effort like turning the corner in the jeep. It sounds like the prowler drag was just as miserable as the mooring line! The clock was our only competition. It would be interesting to have experienced this racing against other teams.
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