Lauren Plumey’s Reflections on the Beast of the East
After not qualifying at Regionals this year, my CrossFit ego took a little bruising. Yes, there was the thruster event that left me lagging behind the other athletes, but I still couldn’t help but wonder if I still had the fighting spirit that I once counted on to get me through CrossFit competitions. I’ve never been the fastest athlete, the strongest, or the most technically sound, but it was this mental fortitude that got me to the Games two years in a row, and won other smaller competitions. In the months following the Regionals, I began to doubt that this spirit could be mustered up ever again.
When Merle asked me to compete in the Beast of the East, I honestly didn’t want to do it, but figured that 5 months post-Regionals would be ample time for me to step back in the ring. I was intrigued and fascinated with the fact that these workouts were to be more classic CrossFit/”who has the most work capacity” WODs, as compared to anything technical, such as walking on one’s hands or ring muscle-ups, etc…
WOD 1-5k. I wasn’t thrilled about this event, but I’m used to coming up from behind. I’m not sure that I’d know how to compete without this positioning at the start of a competition! I’m not fast, but I’m not slow. I was happy to set a 5k PR this day.
WOD 2- Max clean and jerk-not my favorite lift; the jerk that is…As soon as I stepped in the arena (a.k.a. a manure-scented barn), I experienced that jolt of adrenaline that only the heavy lifting component of a CrossFit competition can create. That same jolt that is responsible for PR setting at CrossFit competitions worldwide. While I didn’t set a PR on this day, I jerked a weight that I have been unable to move in about two years.
WOD 3-Max deads in 2 minutes~I love it! I injured my back at a small competition a month prior, but it felt good today, and love the idea that the person who wins, does so because they have the HEART to not allow their hands to slip off of that knurling~pure heart….I love it.
WOD 4-One Rep max Turkish get-up-WTF?? That literally was the first thing that went through my head when this WOD was posted. I had never done a TGU with a barbell and knew that it would be a challenge. However, on game day, I knew I had to stay consistent with this lift or I would drop off of the board, and it was too late in the game for this to occur. Prior to this day, 75 was the most weight that I was able to push up at the gym (barely). On competition day, I got 85 lbs up. It is amazing how much energy one of those bad boys can suck out of your body! I was pleased with the outcome of this event.
WOD 5-Overhead squats, burpees, and rowing~right in my wheelhouse. However, there is always more pressure when an event is in your wheelhouse. People expect so much more and there is no hiding behind excuse if you don’t perform in the manner to which you aspire. This workout was a burner (QUADS)! I was 100% gassed when it was over and pleased with my ranking.
AND THEN THERE WAS THE FINAL EVENT….
A strongman medley with full cleans intermingled. I wasn’t two minutes into this workout, when my back began to scream for mercy. I mean scream…bitch in way that it NEVER has at me during a WOD. I’m not sure if it was pressure from the yoke, poor form on the stones, a forward inclination driving out of my squat, fatigue from the deadlifts the previous day….I don’t know, but it paralyzed me. I moved that yoke across an arena floor that felt the distance of six football fields, dropping it every five feet. Each clean wrenched my lower back into excruciating pain (and caused me to “christen” the floor a bit~if you were there, you know what I mean). Then, Merle came out to ask if I wanted to quit. Suddenly, something clicked. That same “click” that went off in numerous competitions in the past. That same “click” that I thought I had lost before entering the BOE. Once this happened, there was no question in my mind as to whether or not I was finishing. When I approached the final set of cleans, I saw that one other athlete was left performing this brutal workout. Knowing that there was a chance that she could beat me, ignited me into fighter mode.
Before I knew it, the WOD was over. My back wasn’t broken. I wasn’t paralyzed, and I took third on podium.
First would’ve been better, but I was given something more valuable than two thousand dollars and a spot on the highest step of that podium this day….I realized that I still have it. My cleans may not look the best, my Turkish get-up may not be the strongest, and I sure as hell need work with putting a yoke on my back and moving it, but I got my fighter spirit back.





































