You will hear a ton of reasons to do CrossFit. It’ll make you fitter. You’ll get stronger. You’ll get muscle definition. It’s fun. It’s not boring. It’s challenging. It’s something different every day. No workout is ever the same. All these are true and more.
But there’s something deeper, something more meaningful, something that drives CrossFitters to do it.
And it’s this:
The feeling one gets when they accomplish a move they thought impossible.
It’s an endorphin rush like nothing else. It’s a high for all day. It’s confidence unimaginable. It’s plain awesome.
The first time I climbed a rope, I was on a high all day. I never thought I’d ever be able to climb a rope. It’s downright fun. Where were ropes when I was a child? I feel like I’m re-capturing something I should have done thirty years ago.
The first time I did a pull-up. Wow was that awesome. I’ve been working out for most of my life. I’ve always wanted to do a pull-up. I’ve never been able to do one even though I considered myself fit. It was in a workout with 60 pull-ups and I did them all. I also tore a callus in the process, a badge of honor in my book. So, so worth it.
I signed up for the CrossFit Open, obviously with no chance of winning, but just to see how I measure up against everyone else. I read the CrossFit Open Workout 16.1 and was worried and scared. Can I do this? Can I hold a 65 lb bar overhead and lunge? And what about chest-to-bar pull-ups? I’ve never done those. I was nervous all day long.
Yesterday, during the Open Workout 16.1, I did a chest-to-bar pull-up for the first time. I didn’t think I’d be able to do one. I did 16! I RX’d the Workout, including the 65 lb overhead lunges. Was it pretty? No. Did I do it? Hell, ya. And I feel amazing for taking the time (even with a low score) and doing it.
This morning I’m sore. REALLY sore. Do I care? Nope. Not one bit. Because I accomplished something yesterday. Something I’d never thought I’d be able to do. Something I thought only the pros could do. And here I am doing it!
I’ve only been doing CrossFit for a little over 3 months. I thought it’d take me a lot longer to do all of this. The possibilities in my mind are endless. Where will I be in a year? The thought is exciting. The possibilities are endless.
Did I do this alone? No. The coaches in my box are amazing. They keep pushing. Keep helping me. Keep rooting me on. All of that matters. Yesterday, my coach said to me, “I’m making a commitment to you to work on your kip. It will change your world.” Those words are indescribable to me. As much as I am committed to getting better, so are my coaches. Having supporters in this world makes all the difference.
That’s why I do CrossFit. For the indescribable feelings I get from accomplishing physical exercises I had never thought I’d ever be able to do. For the true amazement at what my body can do. Every time I do something previously undoable, I think how amazing this body is that God designed and gave us. It definitely gives a whole new meaning and appreciation to your body as a temple (1 Corinthians 6:19-20) and how you are God’s. When I accomplish something, I honor Him. And that is truly powerful.
That’s why I practice. Why I work hard at home and at the gym. Why I get up at the butt-crack of dawn and haul my butt to the box. Honoring God. And honoring myself. Giving me the self-confidence I need to face the heartaches of this world. It’s truly a gift from God.
What’s next? The sky’s the limit. I’m aiming at double-unders (still my nemesis) and the Olympic moves which I struggle with all of them.
Who knows what the next 3 months will bring? All I can say is this: I can’t wait!