If I was really thinking rationally I would have waited to do this WOD on Saturday. It would have given me 2 nights in my own bed and an extra day to recover from X-country travel. The problem was the desire to put this behind me was grinding on me. I knew that I could do the 150 wall balls. I have double- unders and although they can fall apart I was confident that If I gave myself enough time I could get through them. I was looking ahead to the muscle ups and had high aspirations. Well one should never look ahead as when I was doing that double-unders sucker punched me and put me out of the game.
In retrospect I made a rookie mistake and shot out of the gate with 37 wall balls in the first minute. Not a sustainable pace for me. Then I was all over the board. No rhythm, no rhyme, no reason no plan. I finished them up around 8:30. This gave me plenty of time.
Picked up the rope and got 1 or 2 this usually happens and then I find my rhythm. Nope. There was a glimmer of hope and i got 15-20 at one point. Now I was fixated on the clock and I started to tighten up and panic. I tried harder, it got worse. This was slipping away from me. F**ck i think i shouted a few times knowing that the 150 wall balls was going to hurt tomorrow making a retake tougher. Then it was over. I didn't even want to know my score. I had fallen way short of what I though I was capable of. I walked outside to try to pull it together but was just truly disappointed. I know I shouldn't have taken it so hard and I know I should have stuck around the box with the gang but I couldn't. I just wanted to get out of their and leave it all behind me. I went home made the kids dinner and spent the evening playing Killer Bunny with Jack and Tris and all was good.