DFL and proud of it.
There is no shame in being the last one working.
There is no shame in scaling.
There is no shame in finishing dead. fucking. last.
Because to DFL means you started, and better yet, it means you finished.
Even if you finish with a single second left on the clock - you had a choice, you had the choice to try and crank out those last wallballs until the buzzer cried, or to give up and let the time slip away.
You endured the pain longer than anyone. Your pain, your fatigue is no less significant than the person who finished first, and yet, you endured it for minutes longer.
Look up, stand tall, be proud.
You chose to break through the barrier of self-doubt and muscle failure to create a new benchmark within yourself.
You chose to reach deep and finish when there was no one left to beat.
DFL is not a mark of shame, it is a mark of pride, an acknowledgement of the courage it took to keep going when it was just you against the clock, a battle that you won.
DFL? Right On!