“I Don’t Want to Be Sore All the Time.”

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This is what my husband said when we were talking about him coming back to CrossFit.

He did CrossFit for about 6 months, and then had to quit due to his inconsistent work schedule.

We were talking about him coming back, and this was his reason for not doing so.

I can’t blame him.

There are days (more than I’d like to admit) when I ask myself Why am I doing this?  

The days when I can hardly bend over cause my hamstrings are so tight.  The days my hands rip, and it’s painful to do anything.  When I get a massage and it hurts like hell. When muscle activation hurts like hell.  When bruises pepper my body like a minefield.  The days I’m dragging at the gym.  The soreness.  The aches.  The tweaks.  The pain.  The injuries.  The scar tissue (yep, on my hands from tears).

I’d like to say I have a good answer to that question, but I don’t.

Like I posted last week, there’s something in me that drives me in this sport, and it’s hard to explain.  The drive to be the best.  To sacrifice.  To do what needs to be done, so I can be the best.

But this sport is not for everyone.  Not everyone (ok, so the VAST majority of the world) feel about CrossFit what I feel about CrossFit.

And that’s ok.  We all have our own passions and desires in this world.  The key to happiness is finding your passion and desire and then going all in!

You only live once.  Make it count.

One Week Till the Open…And I’m Getting Anxious…

I usually get anxious right before competitions.

But a week before?

I’ve spent the last year preparing for the Open.  One whole year of my life.

I’m stronger.  I’ve improved all my skills.  I’ve added new ones.

But I don’t have all the skills.  Nor all the strength.

And that worries me.

All it takes is one move to show up that

1) I either don’t have or

2) I suck at

And everything I’ve worked so hard for is thrown out the window.

My body has tweaks here and there.  My right fingers are swollen.  My right calf is tight.  My massage guy is sick.  My muscle activation lady is sick.  I know my glutes are tight.  I am bruised from Jason.

I remind myself that I choose this.


Because it gives me something to cling to when there’s nothing else in my world to cling to.  It’s the constant and the rock in my life when all else is a storm.  It’s something to strive for.  To achieve.  And to keep achieving.

It’s a passion.  And passion is so rare in life that when you find it, you cling to it with everything you’ve got.  You don’t give up.  No matter the pain.  The frustrations.  The defeats.  You keep going.  One step at a time.  With the belief great things will be achieved…

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