How CrossFit (Almost) Crushed My Spirit
Almost….I’m not not down for the count yet, but I was sorely tested yesterday. (No pun intended.)
Afterward, while I laid in a defeated heap on the verge of tears, I contemplated my situation.
What was the real issue?
- Were the other kids mean to me?
- Was the terminally perky teacher mean to me?
- Was I injured?
No, no, and no. The real issue splattered in front of me: I’m not used to sucking this bad compared to the rest. BUT, what I’m also not used to is setting and maintaining personal boundaries that make sense for me — no one else.
- I have a history of abusing exercise in the name of unhealthy thinness
- I’ve sustained numerous injuries over the years because of this little obsession
- I spent several years under-nourished while indulging in said obsession
So, through gazillions of dollars in therapy, I re-learned:
- That MY best is good enough
- Slow and steady wins the race — I’m not the fastest, but I frigging finish
- No pain, no gain is a lie
In the past I would continue CrossFit until I conquered it — now I continue CrossFit, so I practice life in the ‘less perfect’ zone. Who wants to join me?
Interested in learning the right way to participate in cross fit? Read Crossfit Demystified.