On Memorial Day, I decided to go against my trainers instructions and participate in a Hero WOD in your honor. You died for your country trying to save the lives of your squad, the least I could do was attempt your favorite Crossfit workout that was named after you!
It was awful, Murph. I don’t know why you liked this workout so much. I swear I died 3 times as I pushed my carb depleted body through each thing and 4 men ran my final mile with me to help get me through. My trainers had told me not to do Crossfit for a while. I didn’t understand fully the concept of “fuel utilization” or how depleted my body really was for anything besides low intensity stuff. I just wanted to have fun and I missed Crossfit, so I did it. It took me 1:15 to get through it all, plus 25 minutes of laying on the ground immediately after and then I went home and slept the rest of the day.
I was proud of the accomplishment, but this workout of yours also took me out of the game for about 4 days.
3 months later, and just this week, on Labor Day, I had the opportunity to do Murph again, this time with Leif and Tate’s permission and with proper nutritional fuel to get through it.
For those, reading who don’t know, this is the workout called Murph
- 1 Mile Run
- 100 pull ups
- 200 push ups
- 300 squats
- 1 Mile run
Do the above as fast as possible.
I set myself a goal, one I didn’t REALLY believe I could do, but I needed to stretch for something. I wanted to finish in under an hour. I knew it was a lot of time to take off, especially since that was the last time I had done Crossfit, but I had to try.
35 minutes in, Murph, I realized I was almost done with all of the squats. I knew something was wrong. There was NO WAY I had completed all of the above in 35 minutes and was on pace to finish this thing in 50 minutes. I looked at my chalk tally marks and re-added things up, and realized…I was short 100 pushups and 100 squats!
That’s ok. I felt good. 5 rounds of 20 and 20 and I would be done and on my final run. I watched the clock and as I finished the squats/push ups, the clock read 44 minutes in.
Now, if only I can run another 15 min mile, I will have met my goal.
Here is the thing though Murph. I rarely can do a 15 minute mile. I mean, if I do, it is usually a fluke and it is on fresh legs. Not on legs that are burned out from 300 squats! I headed out and kept my eye on my watch. Unfortunately, I had to do a little walking to catch my breath.
As I rounded my last corner and was on the final stretch, I thought for SURE I blew it. My walking slowed me down. NO WAY did I make a 15 minute mile. Something in me stirred though as I told myself I had not made my time.
“How do you KNOW you didn’t, Kim?” “You can’t possibly know until you get in that building and see the official clock!” How will you feel if you take the easy jog in, only to find out you missed your goal by seconds?”
Kim, you won’t know unless you haul ass down this block and run into that building to see what that clock says. Get moving.
I moved. I ran faster than I have ever run for that final 2 blocks and ran into the building.
I. Did. It.
Lesson: You will never know what you are capable of or the thrill of blasting through a goal unless you are willing to push yourself harder than ever before. And I am capable of far more than I think I am, limited only by myself.
I didn’t believe I could do this WOD in under an hour when I set the goal but I also wasn’t willing to settle for less than 110% effort. Also, it is amazing what being 30lbs lighter and having carbs in your system will do for a workout like this.
As for dying, I went hiking that afternoon. No dying for me this day, only extreme living!