There is a woman at Crossfit that I compete with — she doesn’t really know it, but I do.* We started around the same time (well, when I re-started in September, she had just started) and so we usually start around the same weights. She’s smaller than me (who isn’t) so I feel like she’s faster than me in the conditioning WODs, but I am stronger than her, so I can usually lift more in the strength WODs.
Last week she got pullups (in a band, but still. I am forever stuck on body rows) and on Friday she got box jumps. I have had box jumps for a while, but we’ll see if I can still do them, given my traumatic experience of Friday. So I feel like I have to turn it on from here on out to still compete with her.
So I checked the scores from this morning’s WOD, which she attended, ahead of my own. Her front squats topped out at 60 lbs, which I knew I could beat, but we also did a conditioning workout with burpees, KBs and a run, so I was nervous.
Everytime I felt like quitting in the WOD, I thought of her. Everytime I thought I couldn’t do another burpee, I thought of her. In the run, when I wanted to walk, I thought of her. Her final time (with lighter KBs and lighter dumbbells than mine): 16:53. My final time: 15:45.
Her heaviest front squat: 60 lbs. My heaviest front squat: 115.
I read another fitblr’s post about Crossfit a few minutes ago, and the gist of it was: If you’re slow, that’s OK. If you’re last, that’s OK. If you can’t lift a lot, that’s OK. Crossfit takes everyone. And it’s totally true. I don’t care about anyone’s time or weights but my own. I want every athlete in the box with me to finish, but beyond that, I only care about me, about doing better than I did last time, about working as hard as I possibly can.
And whatever it takes to get me there, I’ll take it.
*Probably violates every “unspoken rule” of Crossfit, but whatever.
