Did you see the Reebok commercial during the Super Bowl? Did you notice how much of it showed people doing stuff outside? Running through mud…in the rain…among the trees…Yeah, well. That is not me.
My favorite line from the commercial: “We’re not out here flippin’ tires to be better tire flippers.” Thank God. Because I hate flipping tires and swinging sledgehammers and pretty much anything that involves sweating and getting dirty outside. Shudder.
I’ve been doing this CrossFit thing for nearly two years, and I’m pretty set on what I do and do not like about this sport. When the tires were stolen from CFWN last year, I couldn’t help feeling a teeny weeny wisp of relief. (But to whoever stole those tires…seriously? You suck. You made a lot of people sad. So I refuse to thank you.)
Dirty, smelly tires aside, I’ve realized that I’m starting to enjoy a few things that were on my Ick List.
Warming Up. I used to think of the warm up as a road block to the good stuff. Left to my own devices, I’d kinda warm up. Sort of. Enough that it wouldn’t be a lie if someone asked if I had warmed up and I said yes. I know it’s important and prevents injury and I should do it. I know I’m an adult and sometimes adults have to do things they don’t enjoy. But it was so boring. And it has to be re-done every day. But it was sooooo boring.
When I had my first workout at Talon, I wasn’t sure what to do. Should I start going through my stretches? Because no one else was. I was about to ask, then Coach Jenny yelled, “400 meter run!” and my comrades bolted out the door. “Go!” she yelled again – at me – because I was just standing there trying to figure out what had just happened.
And a new era of warming up began. The 400 meter run was followed by at least ten minutes of atrocities such as burpee broad jumps, mountain climbers, inch worms. We’d finish one exercise, and Coach Jenny would shout out a new torture. At one point, I was trying to figure out how to cheat without anyone noticing. Was this initiation? A joke on the new person? Haha, guys. I was sweating, gasping for air, and wanted to beg for mercy.
In the last month I’ve adjusted to the warm up. I no longer think of Coach Jenny as Coach Meanie. In fact, I really like warming up. Maybe it’s the daily variation of exercises (except for that ever-present 400 meter run), or warming up as a group, but I actually look forward to it.
Partner WODs. Gag me. It’s not you, it’s me. Really. If we’ve been partners for a WOD, I want you to know that I hated partner WODs before we were ever partners. Every boss I’ve ever had will tell you I excel at working independently but could use improvement in team work. Even my husband will suggest that you let me do my own thing.
I met Mindy.
Saturdays at Talon are partner WODs. Initially, I hemmed and hawed over showing up on Saturday. I went with the hope that I would be an odd number and have to do the WOD solo. That didn’t happen. I spent three (THREE!) WODs trying to keep up with Mindy. I couldn’t tell you what her face looked like because I was chasing her the entire time. There was no rest because Mindy did not rest. There were no breaks during the wall balls because Mindy would take my ball away. That first Saturday was horrible. Truly, blissfully horrible.
So I showed up again the next Saturday and Mindy claimed me as her partner. I’m afraid to ask her what she’s getting out of this, but now she’s stuck with me…and required to take a post-WOD selfie. Joke’s on you, Mindy. Your Saturday partner is a BLOGGER!
Going Light. The most challenging of my recent undertakings is lightening up. During my 2015 goal session with Coach Tara, I decided my focus this year would be on conditioning. Lifting heavy is no problem. Lifting heavy and moving quickly is a big problem. So Coach Tara put me on a diet – a lifting diet. I am limited to one heavy WOD a week.
At the time I readily agreed. I’m going to go light and go fast! I’m going to be so speedy! Unfortunately, I forget all of this when it’s time to load the barbell for a WOD.
After using 85 lbs for Isabel (30 snatches for time), Coach Tara snuck up behind me. I hung my head, aware I had ditched our plans. “I went heavy,” I confessed. And at that moment I committed to going light – no matter how difficult it was.
When Coach Tara suggested doing ring rows because I could do them faster than pull ups, I may have felt a bit faint. I may have stomped my foot like a five year old. But I swallowed my ego and shed a single tear and recognized the sacrifice for progress. (I also vowed to get faster at pull ups pronto because even I have my limits.)
I believe that discovering what really works takes a 100% commitment. How can you dismiss a project as a failure if you didn’t truly try? So I have committed to going light and to scaling WODs to emphasize conditioning. It’s not easy. Actually, it totally sucks. I just have to remember how happy I’ll be when progress rears its pretty head.
Because that’s one reason we do all this. We’re addicted to progress.
Who knows…maybe I’ll even come around to flipping tires.