Stunned?
I’d say you were. Yeah, yesterday’s WOD was a tough one. I didn’t even think I’d get past the first movement programmed.
We were wrong, you and I. I made it past the 150 walballs with time to spare. So, I grabbed the jump rope.
I began jumping rope...18...22...that’s 40...and on it went until I’d completed 270 singles. To my astonished eyes, there was still time on the clock.
20 burpeess...you never told me what to substitute. I asked. You looked confused. Then you asked, “You’re finished?” Me, “I finished the jump rope. What I do next instead of burpees?”
You recovered, looked at the clock & said, “Push-ups. Do 20 push-ups. You’ve got a minute and a half left.”
So, to floor I go. Pus-ups I do...8...10...15...18...so stinking tired & I need to breathe..19...20...”TIME!!!,” I shouted just seconds before the time cap.
I couldn’t see it--I was too busy lying face down where I’d just complete the push-ups breathing--but I bet you were grinning from ear to ear. I did, too (on the inside), when from the corner of my eye, I saw that young skinny guy still doing burpees and looking like he wanted to die.
