Filthy ass-kicker!

I am not sure if anyone is reading these blog posts, but I really want to keep a record of my progress and where I started from...to where I end up, so I can look back and smile. Today was ridiculous...the filthy 30...sometimes known as the filthy fifty, KICKED MY ASS!! I am pretty sure my body went into shock halfway through the workout of the day (WOD), because I started balling. Never in my life have I started a workout and started crying halfway through it. Again, I'm pretty sure my body was in shock, and I didn't know how to handle the mixed signals. My heart was telling me to keep going, my body and brain were telling me to QUIT! And run away ASAP! Meg, my coach, was my saving grace. She didn't give up on me, and in turn...I couldn't give up on myself. Attached is the WOD, which was the last half of class. We had ALREADY done a warm up if 6 stations at one minute each:
1. Kettle ball swings
2. Wall balls with squat
3. Jump rope
4. Box jumps!
5. Burpees
6. Something else I don't remember! Lol
Then comes Tabata (cardio):
20 seconds on, 10 second rest:
8 rounds of:
Hurdle jumps side to side
Push-up full ( no girlie)
The strength (weight lifting portion):
Hang clean-and-jerks five rounds.

Then...and only then, did we begin the filthy 30 WOD!!!
I cried. Tears were streaming down my face as I hung from the pull-up bar trying to reach my toes to the bar 30 times.
Meg didn't acknowledge my tears, which in turn made me ignore them as well.
The hardest hour workout of my life.
The best part was at the end...and I was on my second to the last skill...and the task was 30 Burpees. I'm not sure if you know what Burpees are, but they are hard as all get out after an entire workout. I started to shake my head because I was overwhelmed and didn't think I could do it. I could hardly stand! Meg saw the look of defeat in my eye and took a step back to unzip her hoodie. As she walked over to me...all I could muster was a glance at her figure. Holy shit was she buff and with the perfect sculpted figure. She was the reason I was here...to look like her. I told myself, " this us why your here...now lets do this!" Granted those dang Burpees were still so hard, but at least I didn't give up. I didn't quit. I finished the entire workout. I made it under the time cap of 30 minutes, by two minutes.
I still don't know how it happened.
Hours later...I can still hardly move.
WEEK 1 COMPLETE!!