One year ago I walked into Trident CrossFit terrified. The 6am class was, well, intense. To be blunt they scared the shit out of me. This morning as my alarm went off at 5am to get my ass TO the 6am class it hit me that today was my one year CrossFit anniversary. As I waited for the 5am class to finish up I saw a girl standing there who seemed terrified. Before I could walk up to her and say hello one of the trainers who does the baseline assessment said, “Ready?” and walked off with her. I smiled. Ah, yes, baseline.
The past year has given me a whole new vocabulary. I have gained a respect for myself. Respect to take the rest days. Respect to take it glacially slow when returning from injury to ensure that it doesn’t happen again. Respect of the things that ARE within my capabilities even if I have to modify the movement a bit. I’ve learned what movement combinations trigger my asthma and how to deal with that. However, this year has also given me a few new friends who I adore tremendously. I can’t imagine my life without them now. Regardless of where they are in the world we still keep in touch.
I’ve also been pushed WAY outside of my comfort zone. Every workout there is still that uncomfortable moment where I still say “can I do this?” Then I have a moment like I did on Saturday where there was a new girl at the workout and she was struggling. I was able to give her a couple of small tips. Wait, me?? Wait. I know how to do the movement? When did that happen?
“I wish it were easier.” She said on the 400m run. We all laughed. “Oh it never gets easier because just when it gets easy you add more weight or more reps or something….” we told her. She smiled. “So this sucks for you guys too?” “Um, YEAH!” She was relieved. “You’re doing amazing.”
While I may still be a runner who does CrossFit there is a realization that I had recently. I truly am a CrossFitter now. Why? Despite having those two months off when I finally got cleared to go back that is exactly what I did: I went back and I didn’t die.