When the 14.1 workout was announced on Thursday, to say I was unhappy would be a complete understatement. Double unders? For real?
Crap. No good can come from this…
Friday, with great anxiety, I drove to the box after school to practice double unders. I worked for a long time, sought advice, my workout buddy videoed me, I watched people, and after what seemed an eternity, I got four. Four! I was pretty excited, but still not confident.
Saturday morning, with even greater anxiety, my son and I went to the box to complete 14.1. I was warming up and could not get one. I was ready to cry.
But I wanted to show my son not to give up. And I have been sharing this journey with my students as well. I told all of them that I was going to work my tail off on Friday, and by Saturday I was going to do double unders or die trying.
I full well expected to die trying.
What I expected to happen…didn’t. After a few attempts, I managed to string three together. Then I kept trying, thinking I was not getting them because I was not stringing them together. That was until I could hear my judge counting. She was telling me that I had fifteen left, then ten, then four, and then she said the magic word, “thirty!!” I had done an entire round of double unders, and I did not die.
I did my lifts, and went back to try and do more double unders. And my judge kept counting. I stopped hearing much of anything else except for those numbers, and her telling me to relax and keep going.
And when time was called, I had scored 83. This means I had completed 60 double unders.
And I did not die.