Today I got to work out for the first time after my surgery. It was glorious. To feel my heart race again and try and beat the clock. Magic!
For those of you who do CrossFit, you know you walk around in a state of perpetual soreness. Since I haven’t been working out, I haven’t had that. Today I got it back. I used to bemoan the fact I’m always sore. Then I accepted the fact I was always sore. Now, for the first time, I missed the soreness of CrossFit.
Today I got to work out for the first time after my surgery. It was glorious. To feel my heart race again and try to beat the clock. Magic!
As a CrossFitter, you have aches and pains. You’re sore. Your mobility is compromised. Your shoulder hurts. You have a pulled muscle. You name it.
For me, it’s something different every week: shoulder, calf, bicep, knee, elbow, a random huge bruise, etc.
But it’s always something
Which I’ve accepted.
I’ll always have something tweaked. Something sore or strained. Something tight. Some movement I have to back off of because of that tweak. One day I’ll do strict pull-ups because my shoulder is off. Another day I’ll row instead of run because my leg feels off. Or I’ll go light on dead lifts because we just did 30 dead lifts in a WOD.
Sometimes I’ll think Why do I put up with this? Why deal with this? Why?
Because CrossFit is my addiction. It’s my outlet. It’s my passion. It’s what I do. It’s a part of me.