Just Me and the Box…

happiness-facebook-cover-4Recently, I got asked to coach a few Saturday classes at my box.  Well, with that position, I got a key.

I used that key for the first time today.

The drive from my house is 3 minutes.  In those 3 minutes, my time was magical.  The darkness clung to me like a diamond ring.  It was so amazing.

I arrived at 4:40 am before my 5:30 am class.

It was so quiet.  So serene.  So real.

It was just me and the box and the barbell.

And it was magic.

I deadlifted.  I listened to my music.  I did my own thing.  With no one around to watch. To judge.  To witness.

It was me against myself.

Perfect.

I stretched.  I tested out my bicep/shoulder, which has been injured all week.  I soaked in the solace.  The elation.  Of being back into it after a forced break of 6 days.

Happiness defined.

Ode to CrossFit…

Ode to CrossFit:

In my box

I’m at home.

The one place

I can roll on foam.

And not be different.

Or weird.

Just be me.

Just be feared.

We’re all competitive

Driven in life.

You have to be

To survive White.

Where having muscle

Is the norm.

Snatches, jerks, and cleans

Who wants to conform?

Sore muscles

Bruises galore

Your first pull up

And all you want is more.

You push yourself

Against the clock

One more minute, one more rep…

Evolving solid like a rock.

We’re in this together

You and me

At the end of the WOD

The feeling of free.

Drenched in sweat

The battle cry

Your heart sings

There are no more whys.

Out the door

The euphoria lasts

Carries you through

Who has time for the past?

Tomorrow comes

Another day

You’re pushed and challenged

In so many ways.

But what matters most

Why you keep coming back

You’re stronger in life

And that’s a fact.

So next time you’re asked,

“Why do you CrossFit?”

“It makes me beautiful,” you say

Without missing a beat.