I almost didn’t go!!! A literal morning-of life curveball hit, on top of all the mentally, physically, emotionally draining stuff life had already been throwing at me for weeks before this race.
Literally HOURS before hyrox, I thought it might be better to just completely skip it. No pressure to hit sub 1:40, and I could just focus on everything outside of the race that I HAD to deal with—catching the next flight out, new personal developments, ALL THAT.
Buttttt somehow I still went 😆 and just TRIED to let go of the pressure to perform coz I knew I couldn’t be there mentally or emotionally. I couldn’t push myself, like not even a little. The anxiety was so real I can’t even put it into words, I had to breakdown a few times prior to the race wiw 🫠
ANYWAY so I did the thing. Walked, lightly jogged, chatted with the volunteers while doing the workouts, complained about the stinky sandbags, laughed with the judges. And weirdly, that made me feel a tad bit better!
This whole thing was honestly so traumatizing. Not because of hyrox itself, but because of everything life decided to throw at me while I was trying to prep-even up to the very day of. NKKLK.
Would I do it again? I don’t even wanna think about that yet lol. 😖 But I’m glad I showed up. And I’m super grateful to my coach
@run.e.ron , who cheered me on all the way from the Manila, even worried at one point that I broke my achilles heel because I spent too long in the roxzone (3 mins, to be exact). Haha nope, not injured. Just literally chilling 😅
