Tuesday 03/17/2009
PF 0600
“The Anti-Zeb”
1200 meter run
21 Knees to elbows
21 Squat jumps
21 Burpees
800 meter run
15 Knees to elbows
15 Squat jumps
15 Burpees
400 meter run
9 Knees to elbows
9 Squat jumps
9 Burpees
21:35 minutes
On the 21 set (or was it the 15 set?) Becca perceived my agony and my need for this kind of WOD, thusly naming it ‘The Anti-Zeb.’ I agreed of course, but thing is . . . I kept POSE for every single run throughout the entire workout. I mean, every single run. I didn’t heel strike at all.
Not.
Even.
Once.
Sure Rick and Daly killed it, and Damien Doss was so fast I barely remember seeing him. But these were not the same 1200s, 800s, and 400s I feared so dreadfully before. I just focused on pose/lean/fall, pose/lean/fall. Shoulders relaxed, arms at 90, stay light, do nothing. I was faster, lighter, quicker, and you know that bend around the dumpster before going in the gym, that last uphill 10 yards or so? I actually got faster after that bend instead of slowing down or stopping, and there was enough gas in the tank to go straight into the K2Es.
Anyone with a weakness can understand the gravity of this. The POSE Cert has taken running out of the mystical, unknowable, and dangerous ether into a place of study, dissection, understanding, and practice. I would liken it to training Oly lifts hard, heavy, infrequently, and with shit wrong technique versus training them right, light, frequently, and with exquisitely perfect technique, and only then graduating to higher intensities and volume. We fear most what we don’t understand, what we don’t see, and I understand running now. I see it. All this time I had wanted to defeat runnning in my head, overpower it like I do with heavy lifting only to find defeat and bewilderment time and again. It was understanding, even more so than practice that set me free.
Word of the day: liberty.
