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Struggle. Word!

Today's WOD in the land of Crossfit Soco was Seven. It was dedicated to the seven CIA agents killed in Afghanistan on December 30, 2009. It HURT. It reacquainted me with the term "struggle." We're very tight on equipment at our gym because the classes keep getting larger. The weights were scaled so everyone could have a barbell. I'm cool with that. I should have gone heavier on the deadlifts, but the heavy thrusters were enough. Here's what I did:

7 Rounds:
7 HSPUs
7 Thrusters @ 50kg
7 Knees to elbow
7 Deadlifts @ 50kg
7 Burpees
7 Kettle bell swings @ 16kg
7 Pull ups

It's a hero WOD. I hate scaling because I don't do these for myself. I do them for the people they are meant to memorialize, there should be some pain. Someone has sacrificed life. The least I can do is show some appreciation the best way I can. I'm not sure what goes through everyone's head, but a hero WOD is my way of saying "Here's my heart. Here's my soul. Here is all I have to give. I'm laying it all on the line because I'm safe here...and you've helped make that happen. The least I can do is use up every bit of the joy, safety, and life you have afforded me. 3, 2, 1, go."

Today was harsh. It took me about 40 minutes to do all of this. Those damn thrusters were so heavy. And I'm coming off of a honeymoon vacation. Excuses? Yes! Next time I will add weight to the deadlift. I'm not as pissy about scaling though. Most times, it is not about how much weight you lift or how fast you complete a workout, but how much effort you put into it. This truly tested my ability to pull from my reserves, push through pain, and I definitely walked that line of quitting. I will take that A+ on effort and revel in it no matter what I lifted or how long the workout took me.

It was a hero workout. Give all you can. What was the line from Starship Troopers? "Everyone fights. No one quits. If you don't do your job, I'll kill you myself." That's the WOD talking.
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