For the past several months, I have struggled physically. There have been times when my neck hurt, my back hurt, my legs were tight, and my hips were locked. I chucked this all up to CrossFit, but there was always something wrong with me. Rare were the days where I felt 100%.
We moved, so I had to find a new chiropractor. I tried one who had 178 five-star Google reviews. This chiropractor took x-rays and did a thorough analysis of my spine. What he found was my pelvis was tilted, my middle back was locked up, and my neck was out of alignment. So that would explain all of that.
So I have now entered a phase to fix all that, which is adjustments three times a week, tailored to fix me. I just started. I’m not gonna lie, it sucks. The area he adjusts are tender and sore.
I have cut back my CrossFitting as well. No back squats. No heavy deadlifts. I am struggling mentally to just do it because I’m stiff and sore and feel like I’m one hot mess.
So I’ve entered a season of healing. I’m even debating about taking a break from CrossFit altogether so I can heal completely. I want to keep moving for the rest of my life, so I have to do something now in order to do so.
I’ve been absent of late. That’s been on purpose. There was nothing I felt like I had to say, so I didn’t say anything. While life still keeps chugging along, it still sucks, let’s be honest. Vacations cancelled, wearing masks, hiding from others and the world… I truly thought this would be over by now, but it’s not.
THOUGHTS ON GREG GLASSMAN’S COMMENTS
I will not talk about the nature of his comments, but only say this: I’ve learned you can’t say anything anymore. You can’t publish anything. You can’t go anywhere without the assumption that you are being videotaped.
While none of us agree with Greg Glassman’s comments, there was a time where he would have been forgiven, where his apology would have been accepted, where his fallacies for being human would have been recognized by all of us who are all just as guilty of sin as he is. He would not have been forced to resign, there would not have been such an uproar, etc.
Greg Glassman founded CrossFit but is not CrossFit, yet everyone wanting to de-affiliate because of his comments saddens me. Where is forgiveness in all of this? And does what one man thinks affect your love for CrossFit? It doesn’t mine.
IT’S BEEN FIVE YEARS SINCE I’VE STARTED CROSSFIT
I can’t believe time has flown by. My CrossFit Level 1 Certification is due for renewal, and I’m not renewing it (I decided this way before the uproar). I just don’t need a piece of paper and $1,000 down the drain to tell me that I know what I’m doing when it comes to CrossFit.
I MISS CROSSFIT COMPETITIONS
I am craving a CrossFit competition right now. I can totally see this fall having non-stop CrossFit competitions as all the boxes try to squeeze them in. Fine by me. Bring them on.
MY TRUEFORM RUNNER
My dear husband got a screaming deal on a Trueform Runner for half off. It is barely used. I am in love. I’ve never run on air before, but this machine is as close to it as I’ve ever felt. Super excited for when the winter comes, and for my aging bones.
I’VE TAKEN UP PADDLEBOARDING
Every year for my birthday, I buy myself something big. Last year, I bought two paddleboards — one for me and one for someone to go with me. Needless to say, they have been a God-send in the midst of COVID. I can escape on the lake, get away from everyone and the world, and let the soothing waves wash away all of my anxieties, frustrations, and sometimes anger at the world.
Let’s be frank, those who do things that others won’t do are the winners in this world. Or, at least the winners with themselves.
When you think back on all the famous inventors and innovators in this world, what did they all have in common? An insane work ethic. A desire to never give up. An insatiable desire to succeed and to not stop until it happens.
During the coronavirus and every day God grants breath in your body, you have to be willing to do the things no one else will. You have to be willing to workout by yourself at home with no one there to push but yourself. You have to be willing to get up out of bed and face the doldrums of your life right now. You have to be willing to work harder than your colleagues so you don’t get laid off.
Not only do you have to have the will, but you have to do it. Every day. Every time. Every way. No matter what.
Only then will you have peace with yourself in what you can truly accomplish and will you accomplish your dreams.
In these days of the coronavirus where you are stuck inside all day long with nothing to do and nowhere to go, it’s hard to feel alive. You are physically breathing, but are you living? Not when you can’t go and do the things you want to do.
The only thing making me feel alive is when I work out. When my heart starts pumping and I do the things others won’t do. When my body moves like it was designed to do. When it’s hard. Only then do I feel alive.