Okay, the weighted shorts were one thing… but adding the weighted vest? A world of difference. Like the difference between going for a three mile stroll and running a 12 mile military style obstacle course in the sand.
I thought I was mentally prepared for this heightened level of physical exertion, but as soon as Lisa clipped the vest on, I knew I was out of my league.
It's not just the fact that the vest and shorts combined added a total of about 35 pounds to my body, making every move more difficult. No. It was the quick and unfortunate realization that even standing up straight became a workout, and therefore even during my brief "breaks" I was still being worn out by the burden of the suit.
You can get a good look at the getup in the slideshow, and see how much I struggled under its power. For the first time in my Beast journey, I was very frustrated… and I think Lisa realized this and took it a little easier on me. Not much of course, but she did things like cut down reps and relieve me of doing pushups between laps (it's the small things that count).
The hardest part of the workout by far, was the end. Running ten laps of the parking lot in the weighted suit was something I don't want to soon relive, although I fear I will have to in less than a week. Let's just say my stomach wasn't feeling the best, and I had to take it pretty slow to avoid losing the turkey burger I had for lunch.
Anyway! The point is, I got through it. There were many times during the workout where I didn't think I could finish, and as I've said before, that's Lisa's goal: to push me past my limits and prove to myself that I can do it. This is the biggest lesson I can learn before race day, and it's one that I can tell I will continue to face throughout my training.
Check in next week when we add even more weighted clothing to my stellar wardrobe!