Want to know a Hyrox training secret nobody shares?

Want to know a Hyrox training secret nobody shares?



When you're doing the work it usually feels worse than what you imagined.

But when you finish, you feel even better than you imagined. Let me explain.

Today's workout seemed simple. Too simple.

Row 500 meters
20 burpees over the rower.
8 rounds for time.

I've been doing this for nearly 11 years. Quick mental math...

"I row 500 meters fresh around 2:08. Tired around 2:20. I think I can do 10 burpees per minute. Tired? 9. So if I row at 2:20, burpees are 2:10. that's 4:30 per round. Budget 30 seconds for transition and recovery. I think I can go sub-5 minutes per round. So sub-40 minutes for 8 rounds is the goal."

Silly human.

3-2-1-go!

I come out hot on purpose. I like to get into deep water and see if I can either hold on for dear life or somehow recover. First round was a semi-comfortable 4:31.

Round 2 was 4:44. The burpees are tough outside on the concrete.

I was 9 strokes on the rower into round 3 when I noticed my legs felt....funny.

Maybe it was the 5km run yesterday. Maybe it was the 400 lbs sled pushes Saturday. Whatever it was, round 3 was a reality check.

Everybody looks good until round 3.

I began to count. I began to count anything and everything I could to distract that little voice in my head.

I discovered that 500 meters requires 49 pulls with the damper on 4.

I discovered that 20 burpees take 50 deep breaths.

I realized that after round 5 I wasn't halfway. In fact only 3 more to go!

I finished the last burpee and sprinted 50 meters to the imaginary finish line in 43:51.

BLARG that was a tough one. Took almost 20 minutes of recovery walking to regain full composure.

Like I said, it hurts bad. But afterwards you feel amazing.

I'm going to take a wee nap.


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