good byes.

“How lucky I am to have something that makes saying goodbye so hard.” – A.A. Milne

It’s a funny thing, saying good bye. As much as you try you can never quite prepare for it. At parties I like to be the person that hugs and says hello at the beginning and then quietly leaves without notice at the end.

With the most important and intimate of relationships though, the one on one stuff, as difficult as a face to face good bye can be I do believe they are necessary. Taking a moment to say good bye to one another in person provides a formal moment within which to say whatever might be necessary, a moment to pause and recognize what is happening before you turn and go. How ever you may react to the moment there is a beauty in the exchange, in the acknowledgement of what transpires.

A connection is created adding strength across the distance that is about to grow between you.

I’m going to have to say good bye to my beloved ACF community for several weeks. Much past attempting 13.4 and getting my final 1RM Back Squat and Dead Lift this Saturday, I’m going to be out for six weeks. I’m having minor surgery and unfortunately the recovery requires lifting nothing heavier than 5lbs. For six weeks! I’ve asked the doctor and the nurses in every which way possible if there’s anything I can do other than to NOT LIFT and the resounding answer has consistently come back to me, ‘No.’

You may not lift anything heavier than 5lbs for six weeks.

‘But…I CrossFit!’ I said.

‘Especially no CrossFit,’ was the response.

‘Do you know what this means to me?’ I asked.

‘Do you want to get better?’ They responded.

‘Fine,’ I said, feeling uncertain and defeated.

So here I am forced to sit on the sidelines. What an incredibly uncomfortable feeling. All I can think about is the gains that will be lost. All my hard work sidelined and left to atrophy. What will happen to my strength? Will I gain weight? This explains why I’ve been OD’ing on CF this past month, signing up for every seminar, volunteer opportunity and WOD as far as the eye can see. Just trying to get my fill. The goal being to step off into this next chapter from the healthiest possible plateau.

People come and go from the ACF community every day. It is a large group of diverse individuals checking their personal shit at the door for an hour or two and jumping in to get stripped to the core so that they can rebuild. An incredibly frightening and uncomfortable process but absolutely integral when building strength and character. Then they go home or back to work or to the grocery store or maybe buy a new pair of kicks.

So as much as I believe in the face to face good bye in the most important of your relationships, in this instance I’m simply going to slip out the back for a while. My hiatus in the scheme of it all is NBD. People walk in and out every day. Some return, some do not.

Of course it’s all no big deal except to me.

ACF has become such an integral part of my life and of who I am. The go to for all things good and bad. Bad day at work, hit a WOD to clear your head. Good day at work, hit a WOD to celebrate. Feeling tired, hit a WOD to get some energy. Feeling anxious, hit a WOD to calm your mood. CrossFit has become a part of who I am.

CrossFit is my sounding board.

So now how to fill those non-CrossFitting hours? Well, for starters being accepted to the New York State Writer’s Institute will help. Classes start this week and go for 9 weeks. Delete CrossFit, insert Writing. It will be good to have another passion to dial into. Then in six weeks if all goes well just as I’m coming out of recovery and able to start training again so the class will draw to a close and my window to WOD will once again open.

I wonder what I will learn during this shift in focus. I wonder where it will lead.

Good friday

One of the benefits of keeping this blog is the record keeping it provides for WODs and benchmarks.  For instance, was able to instantly find the stats for the last time I hit Fran, on March 5:

“Fran”

For Time:

21 – 15 – 9

Thrusters (95/65)

Pullups

Completed: PR today at Fran. 45lbs. in 5:05.

Even though I have a ways to go before mastering a pull-up, my goal today is to hit Fran at RX weight, 65lbs. It’s Good Friday. A long weekend stretches out before me. Much earned after pushing through a very busy time at work and thankfully completing a job well done. It is now time to enjoy the Holiday.

I love Easter. As MN BFF said; it’s like Christmas without all the stress. She and I once shared what I’m certain is one of the best Easters on record, at the base of the Tetons, at a Bed and Breakfast she cared for at the time. The Don’t Fence Me Inn. The sun was out in full force after a long winter. We ate lamb chops, drank red wine, played volleyball, lounged on the back deck, and hunted for Easter Eggs.

This weekend the local weather is looking to be beautiful. It makes me think of all the things I am grateful for: A gloriously hysterical wise-assed group of friends. A large stubborn handsome family. My strong furry four legged co-pilot, Oliver. A job that pushes me to work incredibly hard, and let’s me do good. CF, which has challenged me in ways I’ve never really known possible before, and taught me I CAN do it. And even more importantly, I can FINISH. My body, healthy and strong. And bodenusa.com. For the most adorable collection of dresses and skirts for spring and summer. Go check it out, if you dare.

Bring on the Fran.