Tuesday, November 30, 2010
The Spartan 300 Challenge was posted at my gym about two months ago. Two months ago, I got the brilliant (???) idea that I would train for it. This is what I had to do, in this order:
- 25 pull-ups, 45% assistance
- 50 dead lifts, 95 pounds
- 50 box jumps
- 50 man push-ups
- 50 floor sweepers (hold a 65 pound bar over head, drop legs to floor and pull legs up to bar, alternating left and right. Hard to explain, but crazy ab work)
- 50 dumbbell clean and press, 20 pounds
- 25 MORE pull-ups, 45% assistance
And if that wasn't bad enough, to get the sweatshirt and the glory ("glory" is the gym's word, not mine), it had to be done in 15 minutes. Yes, 15 minutes.
So today was the last day to do it. Last night I texted my trainer to set up a time for tonight - my time was at 4:45. She couldn't be there, but I had another trainer time me.
I hardly slept at all last night. My stomach was all in knots, and I was SOOOO anxious about today. What if I didn't make it? I tried to tell myself that it would be ok, just doing it would be enough, but really, I knew it wasn't. I knew that if I didn't do it, I would be curled up in a ball, crying on the gym floor. In front of everyone.
All day I thought I was going to throw up. SOOOO nervous. After school, I changed into my gear and headed out to the gym. Got there a little early so I could warm up with a little walk on the TM. The manager asked me if I was ready, I told him I was nervous, and he said "either you'll die or you won't" (he's a funny guy). And he was right. What doesn't kill us makes us stronger.
So I walked for about 5 minutes, trying to calm down and get my breath. Did a little light stretching and headed into the weight room. Everything was set up for me in a little area - they didn't stop the times between exercises. Once the timer went off, that was it. No stopping.
One of the other trainers was in there doing her workout - she is really great. She trained me for my very first 5K, and she is SO totally motivating and wonderful. She was giving me some tips:
- Listen to Lindsey (the trainer timing me). She will tell you when to take a break, and how much time you have. When she says "break is done," your break is done. Finish.
- Don't think about it. Go on autopilot.
- Take a break when you think your next rep will be fatigued. You need your energy to finish out the sets.
Phew! Ready to go. First stop, pull-ups. My adrenaline was seriously flowing. Those were the easiest 25 pull-ups ever. So they were done. Next stop, dead lifts. The last time I did these, my grip seriously suffered. This was the part I was most nervous about. By rep 30, my grip was not good and I could only do about 7 at a time. I was a total baby - whining that I couldn't do it. But Lindsey was awesome - totally motivating, telling me not to quit!
After that, 50 box jumps. HOLY MOLY doing those after dead lifts was SOOOO hard. The box jumps definitely ate up most of my time. It took everything I had to do them! My legs felt like lead. But I did it. There was a bit of whining but I did it.
After that, the push-ups seemed easy! I busted out 50 like nobody's business. Thank goodness I worked a lot on those - I think they saved my time.
Floor sweepers - it was hard to go quick on these. I had been working on ab stuff, but this was hard. Especially after everything else. But minimal whining, and I was done.
Clean and press - these saved me, too. I felt good about them. 25 on each arm. Phew!
After those, I ran to the pull-up machine with 2:04 to spare. Two minutes to bust out 25 pull-ups. DAMN. At this point, I thought "I have come waaaayyyy too far to give up now. I HAVE to bust these out. No excuses." So I thought of my friend who gave me a card this morning to encourage me (and I *did* kick some Spartan a$$!), Beth Phoenix and her totally hot body, my trainer - she had texted me right before I went into the gym wishing me luck, and I thought of the stupid sweatshirt. All this nonsense for a sweatshirt. Ha!
So I finished my 25th pull-up, Lindsey stopped the timer, and for a split second, I thought "OMG it probably says 15:02 or something ridiculous." But it was 14:15. AAAAHHHHHHHH I was hooting and hollering all over the gym. The guys on the free weight side were all clapping for me as I hooted like a crazy woman.
OMG and you know the best part??? My name went right up on the board with my time. WOOOOOOOOOOOT! The list isn't very long... I didn't have my phone with me, or I would have taken a picture. I will take one tomorrow to post. I also get my sweatshirt tomorrow morning. You better believe I'm wearing that thing everywhere. Out to dinner, to church, Christmas shopping...
I can't even believe it. Never in my wildest dreams did I think I'd do something like this. Me??? Less than two years ago I was barely running half a mile. I was working out *maybe* twice a week at the gym. Eating right meant eating a medium value meal instead of the large.
Now, I did this totally insane challenge at my gym. Three of the names on the results chart are trainers, and there are a bunch of men up there. So I am one of just a few females who did this challenge. AAAAAAAAHHHHHHH
Next up, my trainer and I are going to do a sprint triathlon in the Spring. I can do anything!!!