sticky notes.

“For the first time in my life I saw the truth as it is set into song by so many poets, proclaimed as the final wisdom by so many thinkers. The truth – that Love is the ultimate and highest goal to which man can aspire. Then I grasped the meaning of the greatest secret that human poetry and human thought and belief have to impart: The salvation of man is through love and in love.”
― Viktor E. Frankl

I’ve been nominated for female Athlete of the Year at ACF. I’m afraid to admit it but this means a lot to me.

First, the resistant thoughts: the award feels out of nowhere. The four nominees were picked by the coaches, what were the qualifications for being nominated? How did they decide? I am hardly a top athlete at ACF, nor a member of the competition team, and I scale most of my WODs. I do not even have double-unders yet. Yet.

So there we go.

Now, some more rationale: if you think about it, how many times in your life are you nominated for anything? Especially for something you enjoy and work at. It’s not as if I knew such an award existed and have been working towards it ever since joining ACF. No, pretty sure the award is new this year. I do not want to be a part of a popularity contest. I do want to be a part of being recognized for hard work. And if you read this blog you know I like to work. I like goals. I like goals because I do my best work in life when working towards goals.

I relish being surrounded by positive people and strongly believe we all deserve to be supported and loved on the paths we each choose, whether we agree or not, whether you’re leaving me behind and I’m sad to see you go.

There is a sticky note on the dashboard of my car that reads; To Do: Act from Good. My overall goal in life is to act from good. It’s not easy. Sometimes it just plain sucks. I get jealous and sensitive and sad and disappointed and can grow angry and quiet and just want to be left alone. But I do not enjoy acting from these places and try to move out of them as best as is possible, gently rescuing myself and those around me that might have been dragged down too. There is such a thing as karma, but there is also the belief in being a part of the good. A greater good. Where there is darkness; light. Darkness is easy, light takes patience and love.

So, the award. I’m thrilled. The winner will be voted for by ACF members on Saturday night. I am trying to not put too much thought or hope into actually winning the award. I do not want to be disappointed. I do not want to wish failure on others. There’s also no such thing as a trophy for everyone. That’s ridiculous. The whole point of entering the race is the chance of winning some day. Where’s the fun in not being able to Win!

So here I stand in the land somewhere between grateful, hopeful, patient, and free puppies and world peace for everyone if I win.

I. Strength:

In 12 minutes, work up to a heavy single of Shoulder-to-Overhead

Completed: working up to 110lbs. overhead. Failed at 115lbs. My split jerk was off tonight, it’s  usually a movement I feel very comfortable with, but not tonight.

II. Conditioning:

Open WOD 12.3

AMRAP in 18 Minutes of:

15 Box Jumps (24/20)

12 Push Press (115/75)

9 Toes-To-Bar

Completed: at 20″ box jumps, 55lbs. push press, knees to elbows. 7 rounds total plus 2.

I like these 8:30pm classes. Gives you time to get home after work, unpack the day, play with the dog, settle. The key is to not get too settled and to remember that you are going to go out again.

When you do make it back home, usally for me around 10pm, you are ready for bed in every way. Tired, beaten, accomplished.

Better person for it.

“A friend of mine once defined love as finding someone you can talk to late into the night” ― James Patterson
barbell and hands

This weekend was a CrossFit weekend. This was not intentional, like, ‘Hey, let’s fill the entire weekend with all things CrossFit.’ No, it more just kind of happened: Friday night Strongman specialty class, followed by the entire class meeting up in downtown Albany to help our coach move some items into his new shop, followed by an opportunity on Saturday to stop by the shop again and help him unpack. Then there was Sunday Strongman class, followed by Rogue WOD (Filthy Fifty), followed by charity bowl to support a fellow athlete’s family as they battle mounting medical costs for their 4 year old son.

Most of March is unfolding this way. One CrossFit engagement after another. I’m very okay with this. When I look to my life ahead one notion is becoming vitally clear, CrossFit will be a big part of my life. It is helping to pave my future. The choice to incorporate CrossFit into such a large portion of my life has a lot to do with the workouts but it has mostly to do with the mentality of CrossFit; what it means to be a part of such an engaging community. Here is a sampling of the things that CrossFit quietly and consistently asks of its members; patience, persistence, resilience, hope, confidence, strength, compassion, empathy, courage.

It’s not as if you walk in the door and are immediately asked, ‘Do you feel courageous today?’ Although this does happen.

No, it’s more, these traits which exist within you are given an opportunity to come out. These traits are drawn out by virtue of your hard work, by virtue of your interaction with the coaches, with the fellow athletes. Ultimately these traits are drawn out by virtue of your interaction with yourself. That deep dark place you go in the middle of a WOD when it’s burpee no. 28 and you have 52 more to go. It’s that sweet spot of thinking you absolutely can’t but then somehow do so anyway… and when you’re done you encourage the person next to you caught in that same dark place. That’s the place I love to visit. It teaches me so much.

Sunday Strongman Ladder:

5-4-3-2-1 of the following (5 reps of each, then 4, then 3, and so on…):

  • 75lbs. axle bar clean and jerk
  • 200lbs. deadlift

Completed: in 3:23

Today was also Rogue WOD Sunday. Whereby a group of ACF peeps decided to meet and WOD, usually some benchmark and classic killer, and usually on a Sunday. The last time we met for a Rogue WOD was in 2012.

Filthy 50:

For time:
50 Box jump, 24 inch box
50 Jumping pull-ups
50 Kettlebell swings, 1 pood
Walking Lunge, 50 steps
50 Knees to elbows
50 Push press, 45 pounds
50 Back extensions
50 Wall ball shots, 20 pound ball
50 Burpees
50 Double unders

As Strongman class ended and the four ACF peeps and I started to set up for this I asked a couple lingering athletes if they had any interest in joining in the fun. The general feeling was, No thanks.

I was close to copping out but of course the beauty of making a promise to a group is they don’t let you cop-out. Copping out is not an option. So as we grunted through set up and collectively sighed the obligatory, this is gonna suck, soon enough it was 3. 2. 1 … Go!  So, Go, we did.

Filthy 50 completed: in 33.24. Box at 20″, knees to hips, kettle bells at 35lbs., push press at 35lbs., ab mat sit-ups so as not to aggrevate my Xiphoidalgia (unreal, yes, this exists), wall balls at 14lbs., 100 single-unders. Finished 1.5 minutes over the last time.

The only difference between now and the last time I did Filthy 50; this time I went heavier with the 14lbs. wall ball.  Hands down the hardest part of this workout is the burpees. They sucked. Right around burpee 6 or 7 I just thought there was no way in hell I would finish the full 50. Just, no, way.

Scale, my brain said.

No, my brain replied.

Keep moving, my brain screamed.

Somehow I finished, as you so often do. And I’m such a better person for it.