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I had my first Ultra Beast nightmare.
In the dream, I was cruising along effortlessly on race day, when I was asked to step off course for a minute to do an interview (clearly I’m full of myself in my dreams). Next thing you know, I’m on a greyhound-ish bus running random errands (seemed logical at the time) and before I knew it, the 10:00 pm (the cut off time) had rolled around.
I was devastated.
I woke up only to laugh at the dream, because honestly, none of the above would actually happen….except for the possible devastation of not finishing.
And that is what my real life nightmares are currently made of.
Training is going….alright. For the average Joe/Jane, what we have been doing lately is more than enough to challenge my fitness level and keep me “in shape”. In shape, however, isn’t good enough. For me, I still feel so incredibly far behind. The three weeks of sickness really left my fitness level with a lot to be desired. I like to think that the years of training I have behind me, the past 9 months being the best ones ever, have got to count for something, right? I may not have always been training, but I’ve almost always been moving, in some way or another.
As I’ve been saying for months now, CrossFit style workouts have brought my fitness to a new level. Functional training, plyometrics, and basically constantly varying my workouts have forced me to train muscle groups that I’ve previously ignored (in other words, if I didn’t train it while running, it wasn’t happening). You never know what you are going to face in an obstacle course race, so training for everything and anything seems to be my best bet anyway.
Being summertime, and the fact that I’m currently unable to afford a real “box”, I’ve been training wherever I can on my own/with friends (and the awesome guy who may or may not think I’m crazy, but regardless partakes in the chaos). I’m very fortunate to be currently training here in Vermont. And let’s be honest: summertime in Vermont? I’d rather be outside anyway! There is no shortage of hills and trails here in this crazy little area, and plenty of places to squeeze in a no-equipment-necessary (or very little) WOD. Yesterday, we headed up to Harris Hill Ski Jump to perform a short little WOD I like to call “Your legs are going to HATE you.”. It went a little something like this:
Carry sandbag (and hydration pack) up this stair case, twice (that’s 187 stairs up each time):
And even more so, I thought about how much NOT finishing the Ultra Beast will hurt.