Running! Legs hurting, vision narrowing, breathing hard running.
First, it was 10 tricep dips on a park bench at the bottom of the hill, sprint up said hill, then 10 push ups at the top on the fence. Then 9. Then 8. Then 7.
On the plus side, the push ups were absolutely nothing because I’m used to doing them on a muuuuch lower fence so they were super easy.
Of course, everyone else finished before me WAH. But, as consolation
– I never stopped to walk, ever.
– Apparently (according to one trainer) my tricep dips were better and really low.
Then, to the carparks!
10 squat jumps, 10 lunge jumps, run the entire carpark. 9 squat jumps, 9 lunge jumps, run the entire carpark.
Standing at the beginning of that, doing the 10 squat jumps and lunge jumps it felt like the longest, most impossible task. We’d just been sprinting up a hill (well, stumbling). And it just seemed like an impossible amount of running.
I wish I knew how long it took us to do that second exercise.
But did I stop to walk?
Honestly, most of that is just pure stubbornness. I decided from the get-go that stopping to walk was unacceptable, and stuck to my guns. Sure, I was slow (third last). But I did it! (there we go with that catchphrase again).
Then got home and collapsed, totally zonked. Woke up an hour later and my stomach was EATING ITSELF SO HUNGRY.
Study time! Virology awaits!