It was one of those aw, shucks moments. Silk had some lovely things to say. Certainly a pleasure to read but a bit embarrassing to post. I would certainly like to be deserving of her superfluous praise but I’m afraid the reality is a little less impressive than her flattering retelling. Competition is always fun. I spend so many hours training in private with no one to appreciate my struggles or triumphs, it is great to have an opportunity to perform in public and even better to be appreciated for it.
That said, all our 2017 Lift Off athletes deserve recognition for their great performances. Everyone had strong finishes. No one ranked lower than 2nd place in BC and 3rd place in the West. Particular stand outs included Mr. Fantastic & Silk who were 1st in Canada and Hard Rock & Mr. Fantastic who were 5th in the world! I’ve posted all the competition results below so you can see how everyone did. But first you must read all the glowing things Silk said about me:)
“I need someone to judge me,” said WOD Father. I was the closest one in ear shot, still panting from finishing the Lift Off Metcon myself.
“I’ll do it,” I said as I picked up a clipboard and pen.
“I’m trying to salvage my back, so I’m only going to be squatting just enough. But call me on it if I’m not getting low enough,” said the WOD Father.
“Don’t worry,” I said with an evil grin, “I won’t hold back on the no reps.” I could feel myself already beginning to channel Sandman’s revenge. WOD Father laughed, but I could see a strain of worry in the lines on his forehead.
WOD Father, I wrote at the top of the paper as I felt the power of judgement showered upon me with my new clipboard status. I was going to be judging the WOD Father, something I had never done before. The same chap who judges me at almost every WOD, the one who says, “Shouldn’t you be using heavier weight there, Silk.” The same guy who forces you to do something you know you should be doing but really don’t want to. He has a mortal fear of others resting on their laurels. And now I would be judging him. I felt like I should let out a maniacal laugh, but kept it to myself.
25 pull-ups to start. He started off at a good clip. I paid extra special attention, making sure that chin of his cleared the bar. He went unbroken for 25. I was floored. He was the first to head to the rowing machine to start his 50 calorie row. Hard Rock came over to view the show.
“He did 25 unbroken!” I said. She shook her head.
“He’s a beast.” 25 calories, 40 calories. He was zipping along like he was taking a bike ride in the park.
“Clear the area,” said Hard Rock to the others crowded around, “Corey will be coming through soon.” Sure enough, 50 calories and he was off to the 45 pound bar to start 100 overhead squats. He was fast, the count went up quickly. I didn’t have any time to take a moment. He just kept going and going. His squat was just parallel with every rep. I kept expecting him to put down the bar and take a break. I had just done the workout and the overhead squats were unbearable after the row. My quads were burning and I never even got to finish the full 100 and here this guy was going like he was a machine. His squats actually got better as the number increased. Is this guy human?
“100!” I said as I checked it off the list. Onto 50 box jumps. He failed the first jump, catching his toe on the box and landing on his hands and knees. Ok, I thought, he is human. But then the next 50 were all good, no long rests between, just a continuous slew of jumps, fully extended at the top, just like he always nags at people.
I passed by Hard Rock on the way to the pull-up bar. “He’s been completely unbroken,” I said, “This is unbelievable.” But now he was tired. He pulled off 9 pull-ups, came down panting. Time was running out. He was up to 15, then 20. His reps were decreasing but he just kept jumping up and doing what he could, laying it all out on the table. He had 10 seconds left and 5 reps to go. He made 3 more reps and the buzzer went off. 23 pull-ups, he was short of a full round by 2 reps. He laid on the floor panting, sweating.
“I missed it by 2 reps, didn’t I?” he asked.
“Yes,” I said, “But it was awesome. That was so inspiring.”
“I remember the bar feeling lighter last year when I did this,” he said. I smiled. It always does in hindsight.
At the beginning, I just wanted to stick it to Mr. WOD Father, wanted to no rep him with glee. And here he was going and inspiring me. That’s his forté. Turning the tables and giving you what you need, rather than what you want. Damn that WOD Father. He has done it again.
2017 Empower Lift Off Results