I’m back because if I have to look at another picture of a humerus, I might cry. So I figured I’d share another story with you guys :).
Mondays (like Tuesdays through-Friday) are long days, but more specifically, they are the only day I can’t make it to the box, unless I call out sick. My alarm goes off at 5, where I wake up and get ready to train my client at 6:00 (unless he reschedules), go to class from 8-2:30ish and work from 3-8:30ish. See? No time to come frolic with you wonderful people. However, in the midst of this long day, I have a 40 minute window between class and lab. Most people would think that’s plenty of time for a nap – I think it’s way more than enough time for a quick wod at the school gym.
So there I am; I see a treadmill, some dumbbells, and think “perfect!” I wrote myself a 12 minute AMRAP of a 200 M treadmill run, 12 Alt DB Snatches, and 8 Burpees. It got real spicy real quick. But in the middle of the workout I look up mid-burpee to see some of my classmates walk in – they had the same idea I did. They gladly approach their ellipticals and begin pedaling. After 12 minutes was up, I got up – face flushed red, still out of breath, and headed to class where I would continue to pant for 5 minutes. I remember telling this story to Tara and laughing thinking “There they are, getting their cardio in, looking all pretty on the elliptical – and here I am, pretty much rolling around on the ground and throwing myself on the floor”. I thought it was hilarious, and I came to the realization that most people may find that odd, sure, but I’ll gladly embrace the fact that I’m different.
I’m different – and so are you. I know there are plenty of you reading this who have snuck in a WOD while on family vacation, who have made the sacrifice to get up early to do some burpees because you won’t be able to make class, or managed to make space for some equipment somewhere in your house. I know there are plenty of you that rearrange their schedule just so you can make a specific class because there’s a wod you know you’ll crush with a best friend you want to see. I know there’s plenty of you that have made sacrifices just to better your fitness, whether it’s getting up before the sun, hoping you don’t wake your kids or being late to family dinner. I know there’s a lot of you who know someone who just doesn’t get it. “Why do you do this to yourself? What are those bruises? Is it worth it?” It’s ok that they don’t understand that you’re different – we embrace it, we’re better for it.
I’m different, and so are you, because you won’t let anything get in the way of bettering yourself – mentally and physically. Excuses don’t exist; we strive to get better everyday, no matter how tired we are or how busy we are. We’re different because we embrace intensity, we embrace challenges. We’re different because we live outside of our comfort zone – we don’t care how pretty we look (sup, HSPU hair?); we just want to get better.
I’m different and so are you because we basically speak a different language (AMRAP, wod, EMOM – “wtf is a Snatch?!”) and different because we submerge ourselves in our culture. We’re different because we care about the successes of the person squatting next to us as much (if not more) than our own and celebrate their victories as our own. Headphones and solidarity don’t exist – encouraging, embracing, and pushing one another does.
Now, I’m not knocking the people who chose to get better – in their own way- on the elliptical. I said it before and I said it again, I admire anyone who makes the effort to better themselves. But what I am saying is that, sure, we may come off as “strange”, but that’s ok. It’s ok to be different. We’re different from the average American in that we make it a priority to workout. We’re different from the average gym-goer in that we choose to embrace intensity – to embrace CrossFit. We’re different from the average CrossFitter because we’re sharks and our programming has prepared us to handle anything that comes our way. We’re different. We’re intense. We’re pretty darn fit. And we’re better for it.
– Coach Hazel