Warning: You’re about to enter a pity party hosted by Sucky Chucky. See? Self pity. I’ve been feeling a bit down this past week, and I couldn’t figure out why. No changes at work, no problems at home, no issues with my writing. All in all I’d have to say I’m living the good life. So it must be CrossFit.
At first I was reluctant to admit that a CrossFit problem would be important enough to taint my life OTB (outside the box). Seemed a bit silly. Then I read the article “Just Love the Bleep Out of It” by Danette Rivera. I do. I love the hell out of CrossFit. Unfortunately, it doesn’t always love me back – which leads me to my pity party. “Nothing takes the taste out of peanut butter quite like unrequited love.” (Charlie Brown)
So what brought me to this sad, pitiful point of devastation? An intense daily focus on my weaknesses.
A couple of months ago I started attending the Competition level classes at CrossFit West Nashville. I am – very visibly – the worst one in the class. I knew that going in. But I hate (hate!) sucking at stuff, and I love (love!) working hard, and it seemed reasonable that upping the ante would make me suck less. And it has – kind of. The classes are more purposeful, and it’s really fun working out with other people who love CrossFit and truly want to excel. I love these classes.
But I hate sucking, and although I’ve gotten stronger and faster, so has everyone else in the class. Despite having a good attitude and drive, a person can handle losing only so much. In these higher level classes, I’m starting to see everything as a weakness just because everyone else is better.
Boo hoo. Pity party at Sucky Chucky’s.
So, what am I going to do about it? I pulled up one of my favorite articles on CrossFit from Tabata Times called “Top Tips For Your First Two Years of CrossFit.” #10. You can’t just train weaknesses. It’s too depressing. Every now and then, pick something you are amazing at and crush it.
I’m taking a CrossFit staycation.
Instead of picking the WODs where I can work my weaknesses, I’m going to choose the ones that include my strengths. I’m not going to go to five Competition classes every week. For a while I’m going to attend some regular classes where I don’t finish last every single time. I’m not going to take myself too seriously. I’m going to praise myself constantly – ooey-gooey self-compliments that would make you vomit if you heard them (especially because some of them won’t even be true). I’m going to be pleased with everything I attempt. I’m going to have such a lovely time.
It’s not giving up. It’s not giving in.
It’s a CrossFit staycation.
And once my strengths become clear again, and I have some victories in the tank, and I need a good ass-kicking to put my ego in its place, I’ll know I’m ready to face the real world.