my CF games update

Week 3 of the Crossfit Games has concluded. My conclusions - it's concluded :) A lot of learning points on this one. It was the first "event" after making a promise to myself to not do multiple attempts at a WOD. My response has been a mix of punishment, acceptance, and getting over "it."

So many things from one stupid event. Amazing, really, and also cheap considering the gravity of the Crossfit Games is nothing life affecting for me. I consider it a great playground to learn and practice things that I can carry over into more serious parts of my life. Don't go thinking that I don't care about my fitness, I think we all can figure out how I'm trying to separate the layers.

The WOD (workout) was five minutes of a squat clean followed by a jerk at 50kg. I thought it would be too heavy for me to get many in. I'm confident in my cleans at that weight, not so much with repeated overhead action. I told myself that if I do this only once, I better make it good. I got 22 rounds in. It was better than I thought I would do and still far from my goal. Funny how that works out right? I set a goal of anywhere between 25-30 rounds. If I tried again, could I have got it? I'm pretty sure I could have. That's the punishment. My competitive side has to sit and wait for the next workout because it doesn't get a chance to do it again. That's what I get for holding something back knowing that I only had one chance.

That was yesterday. Today is the getting over it part. There's no need to let thoughts of could/should haves wreck my life. That's usually what I like to do though, so it's somewhat a struggle. I've accepted my score, my performance, the fact I had something left in the tank and I'm moving forward with life. Today, I recovered. Today, I was well enough to prepare my food for the rest of the week. No, I didn't do what I wanted on the last workout, but it's not the end of the world.

I add it to the rest of my pile of "experience." I know how it feels to do well enough, but know that there was more to give. It was between half-assing something and going balls/ovaries-to-the-wall. Depending on the situation, it may or may not be what I want. I know the feeling of pushing myself beyond my comfort zone, but not to utter exhaustion. That can be pretty damn helpful later. Not the best performance, not the weakest. Lots of nice things to learn. Not so shabby. I'll take it and press.