Dri Tri'ed and Didn't Die Tryin'

The dense fog covered the county road as I made my way to Orange Theory this morning.  Unlike most drives to the gym, my heart was heavy and full of fear.  Today was the Dri Tri.  Participants row 2,000 meters, do 300 body weight exercises then run 3.1 miles.  Each of these are manageable – but cumulatively?  A “sprint” option was available:  1,000-meter row, 150 body weight exercises, and a shorter run. 

The week leading up to the event, I replicated the workout at my other gym – rowing and running for time.  I sketched out how long it would take me to complete each activity, even budgeting 20 seconds per body weight repetition.  Including an assumed five minute warm up, finishing in 60 minutes seemed plausible. 

The internal struggle consumed me for days:  You can do the sprint, easily.  You’ll finish quickly, maybe even get yourself into the top three.  Just do that.  Why bother with the full?  But the full is a challenge – a real challenge.  You hate rowing.  Can you imagine hell?  Hell includes rowing and burpees.  Yeah, but think of how it’ll feel to accomplish it.  Oh, it’ll be great – you’ll probably beam with pride and cry a little.  You can use an ego boost right about now anyhow.  So please, just do it.  Ugh, but that row!!!

This played on repeat until I walked into the studio.  My head, which is hell bent on keeping me free of risk, was telling me that I could probably not do the full.  The competitive side of me – the side that always lands me in the predicaments – said to give the full a go.  So, I gave it a go.  Two thousand meters, 300 reps and 3.1 miles later, a little tear made its way down my cheek. 

The lessons of the day are numerous, predictable.  But that doesn’t mean they should be brushed aside.  So, let’s give it a go.

Planning Addiction in Action
Plan all you want – but be adaptable.  My planning obsession is legendary.  Spiral notebooks contain action plans for moving across the country, weekend afternoon action items, and week-long menus.  Planning gives me a sense of control – although it’s a very false sense, because one thing I am aware of is that nothing goes according to plans – moving, weekends, or menus.  Usually what ends up happening is more delightful and rewarding than what was planned.  Be open to all the possibilities that the universe has in store for you. 

Splat Point = Minutes you're really working out. 
I finished in 55 minutes, but kept burning!
Take a risk.  Risk makes my stomach twirl and head swirl.  While I hate the decision-making process and that moment when it’s time to jump, the flying and landing that are exhilarating.  Risk levels up your life.  Okay, sure with risk comes the chance of landing on your backside – but most often, you’ll surprise yourself with how capable you are.

Thank you to our amazing coaches for their support!

Believe in yourself.  If there is a “Believe in Yourself Struggle Bus”, I am the driver.  I can’t tell you how many times I’ve been told I’m too hard on myself.  I know – I KNOW!  I am terrible at it.  When I allow myself to believe in me, I’m rarely disappointed.  Today, I wholeheartedly believed I could do the (full) Dri Tri.  Oh boy – did it pay off.  The row wasn’t horrible.  The 300 reps did suck, but I did them.  The 3.1-mile run was slow and steady, but in typical Allison fashion, I opened it up the last bit and tore through the finish line in 55 minutes.  How cool is that?  Pretty darn cool!

After - proof I didn't die.
Go for the glory.  Yes, the sprint distances would have been more manageable, but through all that self-talk, I realized “manageable” is not desirable.  I want glory.  God did not make me for a manageable life – He made me for a glorious one.  To not go for the glory is to deny the greatness that is bestowed to me.  And here’s the secret – it’s bestowed to you.  So please, go for the glory.

Never give up.  Right about rep 160, sweat was dripping quickly off me – each burpee or push up created more sweat.  I caught my reflection.  “Don’t you dare quit.”  It wasn’t an option.  Thanks to the coaches and other Dri-Triers, my spirit and faith stayed never wavered.  Never ever, ever give up.

Now that it’s all said and done, my esteem is leveled up – I feel empowered to take on the next challenge that comes along.  My life's mission is to spread little lessons to help others level up their lives.  Take on the challenge and go for the glory.  I'll be here cheering - and promise you won't be disappointed.


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