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.

Sunday Funday.

On Sunday a small group of us decided to get together and hit the Benchmark WOD, Filthy Fifty. A way to celebrate turning back the clocks and welcoming in the season of hibernation.

The last time I did this WOD was way back in January. It has been a while. Seemed like a good time to revisit, especially with a small group of close ACF peeps in the calm of a Sunday afternoon.

What a great day it turned out to be. With a Pandora mix circa Pink playing in the background, I completed the WOD in 32 minutes flat. Scaled to 20″ box jumps, jumping pull-ups, Kettlebell swings at 35lbs., Wall Balls at 10lbs., and 100 single-unders.

Encore Présentation

Three Words: O. M. G.

Warm-Up:

Group Dynamic

WOD:

I. “Filthy 50″

For time:

50 Box Jumps (24/20)

50 Jumping Pullups

50 Kettlebell Swings (35lb)

50 Walking Lunges

50 Knees-to-Elbows

50 Push Press (45lb)

50 Back Extensions

50 Wall Balls (20/14)

50 Burpees

50 Double-Unders

Completed: all the way thru wall balls at 14lbs. Then as I disappeared into Burpees and detached from my surroundings and forgot where I was and wondered if what I had for lunch would make an encore presentation, the clock ran out. I lost count on the Burpees. And stopped. then regained what was left of my shattered composure, and grabbed my rope and completed 50 unbroken single-unders before exiting the Triple-Wide. That’s gotta count for something. People. People. Anyone? Bueller?

So, am I getting stronger? Weaker? Am I doing this all wrong? I’m not really sure. Perhaps this is part of what the 90DC is about, committing and figuring and recalculating and learning. There’s no doubt I feel stronger. But I was also feeling fairly certain I would be able to complete today’s WOD in the 30 allotted minutes. After-all, I was the one who introduced herself in Dean’s square-circle of trust at the beginning of class, as the one whose fav. CF move is Wall Balls.  Wall Balls? Really? The collective subconscious sigh from the class exhaled. Not so much.

“Whose your favorite NOW?’ Dean could have asked, as I looked back at him cross-eyed, wanting to call out for my Mom, right around Wall Ball rep no. 38.