So as you know from part one of this two dat disaster, I had a rough one. With a poor showing in a max out squat and a WOD that involved nothing but one of my weakest skills (running), I wasn’t feeling too great about myself. Yes, despite a good mile time (for me), I still wasn’t feeling the satisfaction I usually do after a work out. The trouble with squats smacked my ego, and a WOD in which I didn’t excel didn’t help. So, I walked into the gym the next morning knowing, today would be better. Today I would be better. Then I saw it…there on the white board. Staring at me. Laughing. Practically giving me the finger.


You must be joking. Kalsu, if you don’t already know, is 100 thrusters (at 95/65#) for time. The catch? Every minute, in the minute, you must do 5 burpees.

It’s probably the single toughest MENTAL workout I’ve ever done. It was awful. Mostly because my attitude was complete crap. When I started to get fatigued a few minutes in, and the burpees seemed to take ages, I gave up. I would look at the clock and see I only had 20 seconds until the next round of burpees, and instead of getting a couple of thrusters in to chip away, I would just wait for the minute to run out and do yet another five burpees. I wanted to quit. More than anything I wanted to quit. I was completely miserable. I hated everyone. I hated my coach for choosing this WOD. Why would he pick this one? Why today? He knows I had a bad day yesterday! He did this on purpose! I hated it as my fellow Kalsu-ers would finish, they would come over to cheer me on. This is so embarrassing. Why can’t they just leave? I never finish last. Why do they have to remind me that they’re done and I’m taking forever?! I wanted to scream every time my coach tried to help me. The whole 35 minutes of it was awful.

When I finally finished. I went into the bathroom and sat on the floor, by myself, for what seemed like twenty minutes. Then I finally came out, said goodbye to everyone, and went about my day. It wasn’t until that night, hours later, after I had time to let the dust settle that I was able to think clearly about the mornings events.

Sure, the workout was hard. I managed to make it 100x harder just by letting my head go to a totally negative space. Before the clock even started, I was already thinking This is gonna suck. I don’t want to do this. Once it started to get hard, I went even further into that negative spiral. This sucks. I want to stop. This workout is so stupid. There’s not even a point.

My attitude could not have been worse. All I could focus on was what was wrong. I should’ve tried to make it fun for myself. I should’ve taking my coaches words and my teammates cheers as fuel to keep going, instead of treating them like rocks in my shoes.

Luckily, I can learn from this. I’ve chosen to do workouts that are hard. That can seem like the worst thing in the world. I have chosen this, instead of thirty minutes on an elliptical machine or an hour in a Zumba class. I will face another WOD where I want to quit, where that anger and frustration starts to bubble up once again. We spend a lot of time making our bodies stronger, when our minds need it just as much.

I hope that next time I will recognize what is happening, and be able to turn it around. It might take a few tries. I’m not always going to finish first. I’m not always going to be in the top. Every WOD will not play to my strengths. I need to do the stuff I hate, the stuff that I suck at, in order to get better. I will try to make sure I remember that it’s mind over matter, and if I wanted to do it the easy way…if I enjoyed the easy way…my hands wouldn’t be covered in chalk and calluses, and I’d be having a lot less fun.