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(continued)The rst hal o the race, I elt really good. I had previouslyrun the 15k that came up on the main page, and thoughtthat i I could do 9 miles, I could certainly do 13.1.Thinking back, it sort o reminds me o my attitude whenI was looking at one o my rst CrossFit workouts. It wasCindy. I thought, “hmmm, 5 pull ups, 10 pushups, 15squats or 20 minutes? No problem!” Ater that workout,I realized that I should never underestimate a workoutagain. It literally whipped my ass. Since then, my avoriteCrossFit sweatshirt was the one with the prescriptionon the back that says “Whoopass, Unlimited Rells.” Idistinctly remember Tony Budding wearing it at my Cert,in act.Anyway, at the hal marathon I was in the ront hal othe pack or probably two-thirds o the race. As I hit mile9, my body started screaming at me. It kept saying tostop. Just walk a little. My mind kept saying “Just keeprunning.” My hips were in extreme pain, and my kneeswere crying or just a little rest. For quite some time,people were passing me. This did not bother me; I justkept my pace and tried to nish. Towards the 11- and12-mile markers, I had old dudes with bad knees passingme, kids passing me, and old ladies passing me. Therewas not one kind o person who passed me that my minddidn’t scream, “YOU SHOULD BE BEATING THEM!!!”As I went on toward the nish, a lot o the people whowere passing me would say, “come on, you’re almostthere!” It gave me hope that I could nish. As I wenton towards the nish, my buddy yelled my name reallyloud, cheering me on. The whole crowd took his cue andyelled or me as well. Even the pacers on the bikes werecheering me on, riding alongside me until I nished.As I crossed the nish line, my body gave out. I had runthe entire race without walking once. I may have shufed,I may have jogged extremely slowly. But I did not walk.I got nothing but high ves and congratulations allaround rom everyone ater the race. Then I got in mycar, and broke down and cried.Why? For one thing, my body was screaming in pain. I’m6-oot-5 and 275 pounds. That’s a lot o weight to carrythat ar. For another thing, I was emotionally spent.For a time, while I was running the hal-marathon, Iwas thinking o the various T-shirts I’ve seen worn byCrossFitters. “Your Workout is our Warm-Up.” “I’m nota pussy anymore.” “Your gym sucks.” “I train harder than
It would be against everythingCoach Glassman stands or i CrossFitters were to make un o and belittle anything we don’tunderstand.
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