Sixth CWC saw a new face and a new event (the not-quite-hundred-meter-dash; pacing it off ballparks it at ~80 meters) added to the mix, and a whole lot of going balls-out. There was a little bit of paying the piper afterwards, as some folks couldn’t get the last couple moves in, and variations on the theme of “Okay, I’m gonna puke” were heard.
I ended up with a splitting exertion headache, but it was well-earned.
There was no puke on-site, but it was a near thing.
* That was a much more honest 80 than some of the bigger numbers of months past; the first 75 or 77 were done nonstop, instead of catching a brief breather every fifteen reps north of 50.