Just a thought…

Having taken some time off from metabolic conditioning, these last few weeks have been a bit of a shock to my body. The volume that we as CrossFitters endure on a daily basis is truly impressive – I’d lost track of this before stepping back into the fire. But this past Saturday was something else. For those of you that were there, I’ve little doubt that you’ll remember the WOD, and for those that couldn’t make it, you may have seen some of the posts and thus recognize that it was a nasty outing. To refresh, the workout was as follows:

In teams of two complete the following for time:
Run one mile
50 DL (275/185)
Run 800 M
50 Power clean (135/95)
Run 400 M
50 DL (275/185)
Run 800 M
50 Power clean (135/95)
Run one mile

There it is. Now let me skip to the chase. As I lay there in the big room, borderline catatonic from exhaustion, doing the sizzling bacon dance on the floor (don’t know that one? it’s when you flail your arms and legs about, flapping them across your body because the only thing worst than moving after a workout like that is not moving at all), it hit me – THIS IS WHAT A CROSSFIT GYM SHOULD BE LIKE.

As I came to I began to consider what had just happened and surveyed my surroundings. The entire morning was both incredibly communal – folks were cheering for each other as they crossed paths on the run, showing support throughout the WOD – and incredibly competitive – I know that Ian and I were being pushed to our absolute limits by Deb and Markese and I’m certain that other groups felt the same way. The whole level of play at the gym had risen for me in that moment and I could do little more than relish in it. For twenty minutes after the last group came trudging through the door, teams stood around shooting the breeze about what we’d all endured. There was an awful lot of laughter, and some good healthy discussion regarding which portion of the WOD had been worst. It was really fun to be a part of and I hope that the feeling returns again soon.

One of my favorite sayings within the CrossFit community is: “every day can’t be Murph”. ┬áIt implies that we can’t expect each workout to be the hardest workout we’ve ever done. I can’t expect the same environment as the one developed this past Saturday at every single class, seven days a week. But I believe that if we carry over some of the competitive spirit, without ever losing an ounce of camaraderie and communal care and consideration, we will see the quality of our classes (and gym in general) rise ten-fold.

The point of this is really just to say thanks to those of you that helped me remember the things I absolutely love about CrossFit. Saturday was rough. But it hurt so good.

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