"Well, you would do push-ups ... 10 000 or 1 000 output power?"

This question didn't come as a surprise to me, as we ask these types of questions to each other all the time, like, "Can you jump off here and move on?", or, "If this balcony was going to collapse in 10 seconds, what would you do?" and in fact I answered both questions last week.

But even though these issues are always common among us and could bring a smile, they are always deadly serious, and your answer is expected to be the same. If the next day, the balcony was really starting to break down, and you're standing on it, what would you do? That essence, force you to think and find solutions to the case when it does happen, and think you will not have to, because the answer is already there.

So, after a few minutes, I said I would rather do 1 power outs, and we returned to our dinner at a Brazilian-Chinese restaurant ... that is, a restaurant in Brazil,

which serves Chinese food. Then I really started to think about it and we discussed it a little more, estimating the time it might take, how does it compare to

three hundred and outputs power, which we did the year before, whether it is possible or not within 24 hours, etc.

Then I said what might already be carved in stone: "I will do it." I knew that I would have to keep my word with these guys, it's always the same - and if you say you'll do it, you have to do it. Within fifteen minutes Dan was with me, within an hour Stefan agreed, then Bruno. We laughed at the idea over dinner, but deep down we knew we had just signed up for something we would probably regret.

Although we were indebted to Parkour Generations to try and finish the XNUMX anyway, we wanted to find a good reason to do it, as we thought we could make some money for this craziness. It quickly became apparent that we should try to raise funding for Naoki and his family to cover their hospital costs from the summer. This is what we decided on.

Six months later, I'm standing in a cold gymnasium converted warehouse, known as OLF, or Optimal Life Fitness Center in east London. I'm excited and happy that we're going to start the test and, looking around, I see excited smiles, focused eyes, hands, people wrapping around bandages and making last preparations in the area in which they wanted to face this "monster". Everyone has a slightly different plan and everyone's training was slightly different, but what is the connecting element for all of us is that everyone looks in the face thereby 1 000 outputs by force. I think it's fair to say that 95% of the world's population could not accomplish a single way out, but here we are planning to make them 1 000. Each. Our team of four people grew to eight in the months of training. It was time to begin.

The long-awaited start has been relieved to some extent made me smile, not only because I was with my friends, with whom I made another madness, but also because "trial" lasted about 10 seconds when we all jumped up and grabbed the bar, did no more 3-4 output power and sank to rest. It was a strategic move and tactic, which we agreed to after the distribution of the forces was the key to success.

We embarked on this path, and it follows that I do not know, because I have a vague idea of ​​what was going on around me for the next sixteen hours ...

255 output power - 1 49 hours and minutes.

I feel good, my hands are wrapped in bandages, chalked and still intact. I casually think of the 300 challenge I did quite a while ago and remember it took me 2 hours and 11 minutes. Even though this is a very different kind of challenge, I think I would like to break this record by at least one minute to improve my time, but I don't want to put too much pressure on myself.

300 output power - 2 9 hours and minutes.

Two minutes faster than last time and I still feel pretty good. I started today by doing three power-ups in a row and resting for a full minute before doing the same again. It worked, but I was beginning to feel that soon I would be unable to do three in a row.

363 output power and I went to the couple.

I completed more than a third and change the rhythm - two per minute. Several of the guys also completed the 300 power-ups within two and a half hours and I was happy to take a two-minute rest to shake hands with them and congratulate them.

401 output power - 3 3 hours minutes.

This feeling was formed some time, but so slowly and monotonously, I really did not hear the body, which told me that he was already so good. Whether it was low blood sugar, a simple hunger or just a long effort, I needed a break and eating. Stop do not like because I was afraid that I could stagnate, cool, and it will be difficult to start again, but I had to eliminate this discomfort is now otherwise there was a possibility that I will have to stop at all.

500 power outputs - 4 54 hours and minutes.

I was already half-way, and the break was perfectly designed. I rested for 20 minutes, ate a burger that did 6 in the morning, a few cookies, drink a little tea, water, ate an apple and polbanana. At first, I was cold, but the food really helped me feel better and eliminate discomfort. Five minutes on the simulator for rowing warmed me, but not tired, and the time between the 400 and 500 flew by quite quickly. Time passed quickly in general. I could not believe that we are already doing for almost five hours, and my goal of this test was still real for about ten hours.

600 output power - 6 39 hours and minutes.

That moment has come. The good time was over, the fun turned into hard work, and everything was “not OK”. It was far from OK. There was pain in the elbows, because the tendons

inflamed, and every movement hurt. Shirley and Andy tape up, and re-wrapped with a bandage my hands, countless times I rested more between calls.

It's time to be honest with yourself. 600 seems like a lot, and on any other day it would be just that, but when you need to do 400 more power exits, you are far from the goal. The line was drawn here, and it became clear which methods worked best, whose training was the most effective for this challenge, and how much we wanted to see it through.

I decided that if the pain became much worse, then I would think about stopping, but now I was going to go on, one minute - once.

700 power outputs.

I do not have any record in the records as to when I reached 700. It was not a relief or a significant enough achievement to write down, and I just remember that the pain in the elbows is getting worse. Andy managed to wrap tape my hands so that the bandage, it seemed, pulled himself held firmly to the end of the night, for which I was very grateful to him, and Joe had just finished the last 1 000 output force. It was a fantastic moment and it gave us all hope that the end is near. Joe's plan was to abandon any temporary tactics, but only to feel his way to an end. When he felt good, he did a little more when he felt bad - a little less and, listening to his body, throughout the process and adhering to the technique that worked for him, he broke through all this in about eight and a half hours - An incredible achievement.

There were many peaks and valleys during the day and if I could possibly start again I would pick up my pace during the peaks and only relax on the lows to conserve energy. I was too systematized in my approach, and by doing three power outs every minute, I advanced too quickly when I was tired and not full of energy.

Andy also finished his 300 at this time, and it was a fantastic achievement. His original plan was to make 100, and when he reached it, he just kept

work tends to become 200. When he told me that he had to leave to attend a Christmas lunch at work, but felt that he could have reached 300, I could not ask him what he would have longer remembered ten years later ... perform 300 output force or lunch at work, and of course, he stayed and finished all 300 in good shape. We were all really happy for him and proud to see that he has reached his goal. You can read his version of events and see more pictures here.

800 10 output power and clock, 20 minutes.

I lost the sense of time, and my progress almost stopped. I was ready to pounce, seize, have tried to catch up, lean forward and begin again just to experience pain in my elbows and joints, but now it was so painful, it may be even harder than before. I jumped off the bar, strolled for a minute or two, came back and repeated. It was terrible. Constant pain, fatigue, heaviness and a sense of lack of progress gripped me even more. The problem is that the more time you put yourself, the more the value of everything that you do is multiplied. As time goes by and the body is denied rest, it is forced to work more and more, the brain also gets more stress. I knew that this moment would come, but I was not sure how fast, at this time my mind and body were fighting.

900 output power and 13 hours.

About three hours it took to make the last 100 outlets by force, and I realized that it was very good. The pain in my body was not significant, but she was present. The fact is that the pain in my body was not only during pulling up, but in general - always. I could not bend my arms because of the strained muscles, the neck and back felt like a knot connected, and I slowly began to weaken. After a short rest, after a walk, I began to laugh at all that was happening. Why am I doing this? Why do I continue to put up with this? Now I could stop and go home to sleep, feeling the pain I felt really alive.

Yao supported me, massaging my elbows, neck and shoulder muscles throughout the night. I felt better for about 20 minutes, then the pain set in. The tea that was made by Naomi, Tracy and Shirley was so delicious and sweet. That's what I valued most at that moment... like a short message from a friend wishing me luck, it's comparable.

Chris had just finished his last run of a difficult campaign right against me and it was another big moment for the guys still struggling as we got closer and closer to the target. Another brief pause to congratulate him was followed by a trip to the bar to drain his remaining strength.

When I came out of this state, I looked around. After several horrendous hours, which I spent at work, I heard rhythmic blows behind my back. Brian beat in the background with a sledgehammer and broke the tire of the tractor. I found out that he wanted to do 1 000 strokes on the tire with a hammer. I was so absorbed in my own little world that I did not understand what all the noise was about. We talked for a few minutes, and after I got back to work, but one moment that I missed in a conversation ... we both finish our exercises together. While he's knocking, I'll rest. I rested, he would knock. When we started doing the exercises, I felt that it helps me work with someone. I was alone on the crossbar, because the others either finished, or stopped, or rested. Finally, I could finish. This is the end. We did it.

1 001 output power and 15 45 hours minutes.

The last 30 climbs were slow, I realized that I was approaching the finish line, so I picked up the pace a bit. Words of support from friends and rhythmic music in the background, the style of which was from death metal to hip-hop, helped me cope with the task. No matter what happened, I will finish. I finished! I knew that I could do more than 1000 pull-ups, and that there was always enough left in you to dedicate them to other people, to thank them for their support, and to the other guys who fought alongside me. We start together, we end together, as always.

I also dedicated my few weeks to my friends, whether they were hard or not. Nothing had changed, but as everyone around me congratulated me, I knew a lot had changed within me. I wanted to eat and drink and whatnot, but the two things I wanted the most were to sit and breathe. I ate Chinese food prepared by Annty and Shirley.

At the time, as my efforts Annti recorded on the camera, I was lying on the floor in a sweaty gym clothes and arrived in a state of light sleep. All from the waist to the neck ached more than ever, and my muscles were hard and tense. We decided to spend the night on the floor of the gym and try to get some sleep, but nezakanchivayuschiysya hunger gave me awake. At one point I fainted and woke up when the last call at 9: 00 morning, after twenty-three hours after the first pull.

It was all over. Was it worth it?

My technique probably hasn't improved and I doubt my runs have increased. I will not become stronger after this test. My tendons and ligaments only started to feel normal eleven days later and I still tire quickly from training.

It was not functional or effective, but yes, it was worth it. Likewise, running a marathon is worth it. Just like a heavyweight title worth it. Education for something, and you have to train to achieve a goal or to get closer to where you want to be. If all we ever did was trained when we were fresh and had a short, effective sessions then yes, we have progressed rapidly, but for what? Where is the test? Where there is doubt? Where is the growth?

Knowing that I can finish 1 close-ups in one session and more importantly that I can push through levels of prolonged pain that I have never experienced was worth it. Nothing develops without chaos.

My biggest thanks go to those who came to support us at OLF, BJ and Tommy, who allowed us to use the gym and Julie for the one that drove us early in the morning. Naomi, Tracy, Shirley and Annti for holding the teapot full and to Brian and his hammer for their endless support. Andy for helping me bandage my hands once all night and CJ for offering his support. Yao and Bruno for their massages and support. Peter and Allie for maintaining support. Joe for a slice of chocolate cheesecake and something that helped me and Chris that made us feel good in an hour with Disturbed. I thank all those who donated at this event, but many thanks to all the guys who were with me at the bar, it would be much harder without you.

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