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No Jared, there is no "i" in team, but I won't be the "U' either :P

I'm pooped! A lot going on. This week, we started to ramp up training for next year's Crossfit Games. I'm still torn between competing individually or on a team. I miss team competitions. There's something about trusting another person to give their all and more. Then again...there's something about trusting another person to give their all and more. I've competed on plenty of teams. My favorite was track and field. You had your individual events, your relay events, and in the end - your team scoring. It was everything I wanted mixed with none of the things I wanted. If we all chipped in - the team won. If you chipped in your individual events and everyone else sucked - you still won your event. And if you only liked some members of your team, you either had the relays or you went to watch a few select events.

As much as I'd like to point the finger at another (I really do enjoy that), I have to stop and check myself (before I wreck myself, sing along). I can berate a person for not eating right, not sleeping enough, wimping out, and making poor choices in general. I can say that I'll eat well, sleep well, and Crossfit to the last drop. What I can't say is that I won't enjoy my other hobbies. I'm a hobbiest. I do lots of things. I like my jiu jitsu, I like my belly dancing, I like my triathlon training (holy shit, I can't believe I said that), I like taking more than one day off, I like eating honey by the handfuls. With all that I can give to a team, can I give these things up that I do for myself?

Hard question to answer. Help? Anyone?
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