It's been two days since FFW. Two days since I've pushed a plate around the dojo. Two days since I muttered the words "come the F on Armstrong" to myself. Two days since I cursed Eddie to a height. Two gloriously pain free days. But. And here I have to check myself into some sort of psych facility. But....it was worth it!!!
WHAT!?!?
That's that all about?
TL-DR: FFA was deadly. Both literally and figuratively
This year, Eddie decided to make FFW about 100.
In 5 days we would do:
100 rounds on the bag (20 each day)
100 mins jogging/running/crawling (20 each day)
100 mins strength & Conditioning (20 each day)
100 jumping jacks (20 each day)
100 squats (20 each day)
100 pushups (20 each day)
100 mountain climbers (20 each day)
100 burpees (20 each day)
There's a post-apocalyptic TV show on telly called The 100. The rule? Just keep moving and stay alive.
Sounds about right.
On day one, I was hungover. Great start.
But the 20 rounds on the bag were great. 5 warm up. 5 technique. 5 speed. 5 hard as the clappers. 5 anything. With a minute break in between each 5.
Sounds easy, but by the last one:
Inner Rocky: Come on Armstrong. Kick the bag.
Me: Kick...yeah, I can kick. What's a kick?
Inner Rocky: With your foot
Me: Oh....foot...yeah..ok...
KNACKERED. BEYOND BELIEF.
Then we went for a run.
Now when I say "run". Mine was more like a trot by a herd of asthmatic elephants.
At least I didn't get lost like one poor soul, who ended up hitching a ride from Finglas back to the dojo.
No mai-er left behind!
After that 20 mins of cursing my head off, we did strength and conditioning with resistance bands. So tired I have no recollection. Seriously.
Then ABSolute pain.
After that there was 10 mins left and I was high-fiving myself that I'd gotten it done. Go ME!
Em, why is Eddie not bowing us out?
Coz we had HIIT to do!!! yay
20 jumping jacks. ok I can do that. 20 squats. not too bad. 20 push ups. Ow. 20 mountain climbers. More like 20 foot twitches. 20 burpees. I did 2.
At no stage did my heart actually burst out of my chest. I see that as a major win.
Day two. I was hungover. What? I needed to celebrate my awesome start!
The 20 rounds on the bag went ok. I was prepared so I had a couple of combos ready for the 4th.
The run went ok too, I actually did a bit longer than the day before.
I'm killing it here! Bring on the strength & conditioning!!
A very sheepish looking Eddie dragged plates over to the mirror and looked around with that evil gleam in his eye. This can't be good.
It wasn't.
Plate pushes. Laps of the dojo pushing the motherFlurping plate.
My thighs!!! My a$$!!! My lungs!!!
dead. Dead. DEAD!
Needless to say, the abs were a joke and I only did one burpee.
Day three. No hangover!
The 20 rounds on the bag went ok. Sweaty as a woman giving birth but ok.
The run was ok too.
If he gets those motherBeeping plates out I will kill him. And I'll have help.
But no! YAY!!! YAY for resistance bands.
Abs went ok too. I did a few more planks this time.
and 7 burpees!!!
Jesus I'm the nuts.
Day four. No hangover! But lads, talk about tired.
I mustn't have had enough to eat for the level of training because I was just wrecked the whole time.
20 rounds of b1tch slapping the bag and tickling it with my toes
20 min walk
And then the plates. My effing lord the plates.
There is a part of the dojo floor that has a hole in the carpet - that's where my soul died.
No burpees
Day five. It's nearly over!!!
I had a load of food when I got home the day before and had a big brekkie so I'm in this.
But Jesus lads, the head on me! I had this b1tch in my head who kept talking me down. The run was a disaster with her whispering sh1te.
20 rounds, with NO BREAKS in between. Holy sweaty as bejaysus Batman!!
Disastrous run
But at least it's resistance and not plates today.
What? Why is Eddie getting the plates?
Because the FRACKER wants us to do BOTH plates and resistance.
I wanted to see if being resistant to plates was a goer - but was so tired I couldn't even joke.
10 burpees!!
And we were DONE DONE DONE!!
I kept moving and survived!!!
This was one TOUGH week. But I loved it. Why? Because of the people and the attitude.
The attitude was "Do your best but try to push it" and EVERYONE did.
The people:
Eddie the Sensi
Rosa who b1tched with me but kicked ass
Grace who got lost and got an injury but kept the bants and the craic flowing
Sinead who never EVER stopped
Kevin the inspiration (he made it all look easy)
Brian who hated it all but kicked its a$$
If you're going to survive in a post-apocalyptic world, you need a good team and they were brilliant!
Here's to next year!
And less hangovers
WHAT!?!?