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Someone gave me a hard time recently for joining a cross fit gym. They said it was SUCH a fad right now, and it has become a “cool-kids” workout.
Believe me. If I wanted to look cool, I sure as heck wouldn’t be dragging my butt around a cross fit gym.
I started a little over a month ago. The box I joined requires you do take 4 weeks of beginner training before they allow you to work out in a regular class (Oh, box is another word for gym. Yup, that right there? Cool kid lingo). My first WOD (workout of the day) ever completed, my trainer called ‘time’ when I finished, and I fought the urge to burst into tears. I sat on a row machine, having completed my last 400m, my head hung, my body heaving, and all I wanted to do was cry. It wasn’t out of sadness or defeat. I think it was because for the 5 minutes prior, I had been mentally telling myself “KEEP GOING”, “YOU CAN DO THIS”, “I. AM. WORTH. IT”. Every muscle in my body was on the verge of giving up, I had to dig mentally deeper in myself then I ever had before. And even though quitting would have been easier, I wanted the reward of not giving up. And I did it. I finished. Maybe they were tears of happiness in the end.
There are not many instances in life when you have to mentally talk yourself through something. There is a lot of growth that happens when no one else can help you, and you have to dig deep within yourself to keep going. How often DO we tell ourselves that we are WORTHY of not quitting and being the best we can be?
I have now completed the month of training and have joined the regular classes. And I’m not going to lie, IT’S FREAKING HARD. Some days just suck (with a capital S) and I fight the urge to not beat myself up about it (and cry from sheer exhaustion). I’m usually the last to finish, and I’m struggling through the workout. But I know that I am mentally stronger because of it, and well, I’m sure I’m getting physically stronger too. In the end, I know that it will never get easy. It’s always going to be mental battle to push harder, keep going, dig deeper.
That’s what crossfit is. It’s not about big muscles (even though there are a LOT of those). It’s not about being the best, or being first. It’s about finding the place in your head where you believe in yourself.
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