I experienced this situation for the first time last week. I was working on a WOD that was, for lack of a better description, killing me. It was a basic 2k on the rower, 1.6k pu the ski erg (since I still can’t run with my achilles), and 120 calories on the assault bike.
Yeah, you read that right. 120 calories on the ass bike.
So, as you can imagine I was the last to finish. So far behind that I had not only my class watching, but the next class watching as well.
This meant I rode my last 30 calories to the simultaneous sounds of cheers from the other athletes and my coach telling me to not give up.
It was… awkward.
I’m a naturally shy person who generally hates being the center of attention. Hell, I didn’t even want to walk down the aisle at my own wedding because people would be looking at me.
But what i found this time was that while the cheering may have been the most awkward part of my workout, it was also the part that made me want to work harder.
So I pushed hard on the bike, pushed through the pain, and finished to hearty congrats and first bumps.
While I may never get used to the cheers, I can get used to the feeling of finishing strong and if my pride keeps me from quitting, so be it. I’ll take whatever push I can get.