The Cultured Warrior #056 | A group bonded by mutual struggle.
If you've spent any amount of time on this site or in a fighting sports gym; you know that fighters can be a masochistic bunch. Â It seems my interpretation of FYF has gained some "popularity" around our academy.
I wouldn't put the embarked session (linked below as "inspiration") quite at the level of suck as a double 300FY, but IMO the work put in still qualifies as a "dumpster fire:"
"An excessive amount of work. Usually a combination of different systems such as strength, power, and/or capacity."
As another particularly sadistic measure, I recruited a bystander to be the official time keeper. Â In other words, there was no option to seek comfort in glancing up at the clock. Â You continued to put in effort, or you slacked off.
After the session, I asked Simon (right), "How many rounds did you get? (during the 20 min AMRAP)" Â He said, "I don't know, I didn't count." Â You know what else he didn't do? Â Quit. Â Oh, and he was significantly smaller than the other participants and didn't offer a single sigh at the load remaining the same for all of us.
Only when w/he started missing reps was that an option.
The title for this post came from the fact that during the AMRAP section I had to make a conscious decision. Â At some point I'd gotten ahead of the other two on rounds, so I was doubling up on certain stations that were open. Â However, I had to make a choice (and made the same one several times). Â
I could grind out a few more reps to boost my own score (rounds completed), or I could use the time I had worked ahead to help the others reset during transitions – thus, boosting the overall team score.  I chose the later.
After we composed ourselves and hydrated, we stayed in the weight room.  What we didn't do is complain about the workout – as if you'd get any sympathy.  We spent the next hour or so sitting in our respective sweat puddles and talk about everything from politics to training ethics to food systems.
This is a team.