So last weekend I finally tried this crazy Nike Grim Reaper workout everyone’s talking about. Let me walk you through how it went down.
The Setup Phase
First I cleared out my garage space – shoved the lawnmower against the wall and almost tripped over a toolbox. Dug out my old Nike cross-trainers, the ones with the peeling soles. Threw on basketball shorts and this sweaty tank top I found balled up in the laundry basket. Good enough.
The Pain Begins
Started with the burpee sprints like the challenge says. Did ten, felt okay. Did twenty and started wheezing like an asthmatic donkey. My neighbor peeked over the fence asking if I was dying or something. Told him nah just exercising but honestly wasn’t sure myself.
Next came the killer ladders:
- 15 squat jumps – knees popping like firecrackers
- 30 mountain climbers – floor slippery with sweat patches
- 45 push-ups – made it to 20 before faceplanting on the concrete
The Wall Hit
Got to the wall sits part and my thighs started trembling like jelly. Clock showed 3 minutes but felt like three hours. Saw spots dancing in front of my eyes. Had to bail when my left leg cramped up bad – hopped around cussing like a sailor while massaging my thigh.
Half-Assed Finish
Totally skipped the final mile run. Could barely walk to the kitchen for water, let alone jog. Chugged three glasses straight from the tap while leaning against the fridge. Collapsed on the couch for two hours afterwards, every muscle screaming bloody murder.
So did I crush it? Hell no. Barely survived. But that Grim Reaper name ain’t kidding – it’ll bury you alive. Still feeling the aftermath two days later when I sneeze. Worth trying once though!