{the wrath of the filthy 50s}

We do girls, we do heros and we do filthy stuff at our gym.  All workouts that will shred you in anywhere from 3 1/2 minutes to 54 minutes.  Tomorrow will be no different.  I will have my second meeting with "The Filthy Fifty".  The Filthy Fifty was conjured by some sick CrossFitter that thought 500 total reps in a single workout would be a good idea.  And you know what? Ask any CrossFitter and they will say, "Yeah, it is a good idea".  This workout will test you to the core.  Your VERY core.  I naively went to battle with the 50s after three days of very little sleep and no food.  Foolish was I.  Hell, I've given birth three times with no drugs.  I've survived tragedy in my life. I've survived "Fran" and "Fight Gone Bad".  50s?  You don't scare me.  Well, I should have been a little scared.  I figured, I'll just pick a steady pace, just finish the workout. I wasn't worried about time.  That was a great plan until the wall ball shots, the third to last skill.  About 10 shots in I thought, "this isn't going to be pretty".  25 shots in, "oh crap, I'm only half done and I seriously think I might pass out".  Somehow I finished, onto burpees.  10 down, oh SHIT! Turn around and fall to my knees. About 10 more, turn around and fall to my knees AGAIN.  About 10 more, grab the nearest rower and hold on until the dizziness goes away.  During this a friend told my coach, "Pull her!  She has hardly eaten or slept in three days".  Coach B, "no, she can do it" And here is where the encouraging words of an excellent coach and a will you didn't know you had will push you to your limits.  Five burpees left and Coach B grabs my hands and tells me,"you only have five left, you can do it.  After you finish you will skip the double unders and give me 50 singles and then you will sit down on that tire".  Believing him I step back and somehow finish those last five burpees with my friend doing them and counting beside me because I was too gone to count.  50 singles and a seat on the tire.  How the hell did I do that?  How the hell did I push through that?  How?  I CrossFit.  It lights a fire in you and breeds an athlete that maybe you didn't know was there.  So tomorrow, I say give it to me you Filthy 50.  I know what you can do to me.  You tried like hell to drive me into the ground and I won.  Tomorrow will be no different.  Give me all you got and it still won't be enough.  I win.