Fit Wars... 1st Place!

Twelve hours after the C.A.L. comp ended, Fit Wars started down in Carlsbad, CA. My good friend Faye and I completed the four qualifiers for this event last month (see October posts), and both made it into the top six for the finals!

Faye and me

 The first WOD was definitely my style:

3rds:
9 burpees
6 cleans (135#)
3 shoulder to overhead (135#)

*7 min time cap

I knew the heaviness of the weight in general would be in my favor (pick things up. put them down.). It took me 18 minutes while practicing earlier this week to finish this WOD. On game day, I was one of only 2 girls to finish the WOD within the time cap (came in 2nd place with a time of 6:54). Faye PR'd her clean (at 135#)... four times.

Knowing there was only one other WOD to try to snag first place (and the accompanying purse of $1000), I was really nervous about the second WOD... a chipper. As one obnoxiously observant guy there pointed out to me, "this isn't your wheelhouse, is it?" (dbag):

500m row
40 wall balls (10' target)
30 box jumps (24")
20 g2o (75#)
10 c2b (fml)
20 g20
30 bjs
40 wbs

Our Awesome CFTS Cheering Squad

500m row

*20 min time cap

Faye (and her INSANE tank) went in the first heat, and smashed it, getting all the way to the last set of wall balls in the 20 minutes (31 reps). I was in the second and final heat up against the girl currently in first. For twenty DISGUSTING minutes, she and I were neck and neck. I distinctly remember the four minute mark being called on my second set of g2o's, and thinking to myself there is no possible way we can keep this pace for four more minutes. We didn't. We went harder. I beat her onto the box jumps by two reps. Then we finished the box jumps within one rep of each other, and struggled onto the wall balls. With my whole CFTS crew, including coaches, SCREAMING at me to keep going, I did. I was crying, delusional, and more exhausted than I have ever been in my life. I have never ever ever worked so physically hard. As I collapsed to the floor on the twenty minute mark, my coaches were scrambling about trying to find out my final rep count and the other girls'. She got 27 wall balls. I had 31. I tied Faye for first. Mathematically, this meant I won. If I had been one rep short of Faye, the other girl and I would have had to do a tie breaker. Holy shit. 

As a couple of the guys carried me off so the first men's heat could go, it sunk in. Every rep counts. When your coach says this, you should sure as hell train like it does. You never know when a single rep becomes $1000.

Now if only Sallie Mae took giant styrofoam checks for my student loans...