Sounds like ego talking.
Those were the words that sealed my fate. Actually, I had every reason not to get involved. With all I had been through in the last year, no one would have blamed me. Work had been a beast. My family had lost everything in a flood last August. My diet had been crap. Hell, I had only been back in the gym for two months.
For those who are not part of the cult. The Open is this ridiculous competition to see who is the fittest person in the land. And it is brutal.
It starts on the home gym, or Box level. More than 300,000 athletes from around the world hit their home gym or garage to do the same exact workout. Stuff like cleans, and snatches, and deadlifts, or squats, or combo moves like squat snatches. Then the sadists at CrossFit’s home office throw in pullups, or double-unders, or burpees to take the wind right out of you.
What’s worse, there are judges who can make you do it all over again if you don’t do it right. Even worse than that, it is timed, and scored.
The day of the first workout, I dropped my 20 bucks in the pot and signed my name on the death waiver. Then, I started making excuses.Shit, I’m 52 years old; I’m lucky to roll my ass out of bed in the morning. I haven’t worked out in months. I’m still training for a half-marathon, so I’m always tired. This is just for fun, a benchmark for when I can train like I want to. . .
Through three of the five workouts in this first round, I’ve learned a couple things about myself. Competition is a great motivator, at least for me.There’s nothing quite like knowing people are going to see your results to push you to get in one more rep. No matter how much it sucks.
Wind is my strong suit. It must be all the running I’m doing. Those wind-sucking exercises could not suck more, but I seem to recover from them pretty quickly. (I never thought weighted lunges would be part of my recovery.)
I’m a lot stronger than I thought. It’s not that I cruise through my regular workouts, I just never had an idea of how hard I could push myself. Hell, before last week, I had never done a squat snatch in my life. I thought I’d pass at 75 pounds. I actually didn’t time out until the I hit two rounds at 115.
I need to push harder. Even though my workouts are scaled (because I’m old and broken), I’m not dead.
Two workouts left, and I start training for next year.
Oh yeah, and Ego, is still the best way to motivate me.