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Still Chasing – Reflections After Hyrox Sydney

  • Writer: Simon Fitzpatrick
    Simon Fitzpatrick
  • Jul 7
  • 2 min read

It’s funny - I crossed the line just a few seconds quicker than last time. On paper, the

improvement is barely a blip. But if you were inside my head during that race, you’d know

something very different was going on.

In the middle of the hurt, I was already thinking - How do I get better? What’s the next lever

to pull? What’s holding me back now that didn’t last time?

And I knew the answer straight away.


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Back in December, my first Hyrox in Melbourne exposed me. The burpees, the lunges – they

wrecked me. My pacing was off. The compromise work killed my rhythm. Since then, I’ve

put in serious work. And it paid off. Those stations, which broke me the first time, are now

right in my wheelhouse. I didn’t just cover the cracks - I turned old weaknesses into solid

strengths.

But this time, it was something different that buckled: the wall balls.

They came right at the end, but they undid me. I was shattered going in, and I couldn’t hold

form. I felt it slipping - rep by rep. No matter how well I’d managed the middle of the race,

those last few minutes reminded me: there’s always more to work on.

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And the other surprise? My running. The one thing I’ve always counted on. I’ve been a track

runner for three decades. Running has been my default setting, my safe place. But not in this

race. Not this time. I didn’t give the compromised running the respect it deserves in training.

And it showed.

That’s where the difference lies now, though. The old me would’ve been furious. I would’ve

obsessed over every missed split and every second lost.

But not anymore.

This version of me? I finished the race already planning the next phase. Already thinking

about wall balls. About better compromise work. About race-specific runs and holding form

under fatigue.


I’ve changed. I’m not chasing perfection. I’m chasing growth. Adaptability. That steady

transformation that doesn’t always show up on the clock but shows up in the mindset.

I’ve got 9 weeks until Perth. Let’s go to work.

Still chasing.

 
 
 

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