Guest post by Tasha Parks
6.2 + 14.3 = 59:03 & 101, and also may not be the best idea I’ve had in a while.
As soon as it was released I received texts from friends:
That’s in my wheelhouse!
At least it didn’t have burpees.
I’ve got this!
I may actually make it to the 2nd round of the WOD.
Friday night, night before the race, and it hits me: you’re running 6.2 miles tomorrow and you haven’t run since October. AND this course has hills, something you hate. Oh well, I’ve pushed through worse with less training. I loaded my Nano (iPod, not Reeboks) up with heavy metal and old school hip hop (don’t judge me) and got my running outfit ready (always my favorite thing to do before a race).
Saturday morning rolls around, the day our box usually dedicates to just doing the Open WOD, also the morning of our 10K. I was nervous! What if the hills kick my ass and I have to walk? I don’t want to let Vivian down. Then, just moments before the race starts, the nervous pee hits me and I’m worried about being that girl who peed on herself.
I hit play on my iPod and tried to push through the first two miles, which are always the worst for me. My plan was to run next to or behind Vivian the entire time, let her be the pacer. I tried to take my mind off of the “target hill” that we’d have to run up, or the 476 hills in Freeman Lake. Yes, the hills sucked, all of them, but each one wasn’t as bad as I remember. Maybe it’s because of all the squatting we do in CrossFit and how they have changed my thighs. Stronger maybe?
And Vivian, if you’re reading this, I’m sorry for not being talkative on the course. I’m sorry if I shouted out the few words I did speak to you because my music was so loud. If it was too loud, I’m sorry you had to listen to an entire Foxy Brown song (again, don’t judge me, haha). I’m sorry my breathing sucks and it probably sounded like you were running next to a 65-year-old truck driver who has been smoking for 62 years of his life. I’m also sorry I had you sprint with me, uphill, for the last little bit of the course to the finish line.
You guys, Vivian did GREAT! Just like I knew she could and would, she ran the entire time! Her goal was to finish between 1:00 or 1:15 at the most. She ended up finishing in 59:02 … under an hour! PR! I was so happy for her! She kept an even, steady pace the entire time and, from what I could see, wasn’t bothered too much by the hills. The 10K next month will be on a much flatter course, so I wouldn’t be surprised if her time drops. April smashed it too. She ran the entire time and finished in 57:00 even!
My max deadlift is 215 (although it was was once 220), so my goal was to get to the fourth round of this WOD.
The first 10 deadlifts at 95# were a breeze, touch and go, unbroken. Then the box happened. I stepped up the first time and my thighs screamed “F*ck you!” Ouch. I was a little wobbly on the step ups, probably because I just ran 6.2 miles, ha!
Next came 20 deadlifts at 155#. Those tested me. I think I got three in a row, at most, a few times. But I had to start going for singles. The 15 step ups were nasty. My quads felt like they were on fire and cussed me each time I got up on the box. I wobbled a few times and prayed to baby Jesus that I wouldn’t fall off of the box. Jeremy was my judge for this WOD and kept me motivated the entire time. By this point he was yelling something about going faster.
Next up was the big stuff (for me), 25 deadlifts at 185#. Those were singles, and it was all I could do to pull each one off of the ground. The back of my thighs were hurting and I was rethinking my poor choice of a warm-up: 10K. It was coming down to the last few seconds and Jeremy yelled, “Get 10 reps!”, and I managed to do it with a about seven seconds left. I dug deep and pulled out one more, making it 11 deadlifts at 185#.
My score: 101
I feel good about it. My score isn’t the highest in the box, but I made it to the fourth round AND pulled 86% of my max deadlift 11 times … after running a 10K!
Yeah, 14.3 wasn’t too bad. But looking back on the weekend, the 10K was the best part about it. I loved being there to see Vivian not only PR, but beat the time she had planned in her head.
This is Vivian showing off her Garmin after crossing the finish line