Skip to main content

CF Open 13.2

I thought I’d continue my blog theme with the Crossfit Open workouts. For those of you who don’t know what it is, you can go visit the website at games.crossfit.com. It’s a worldwide event, so chances are there is something going on in the place you live. Crossfit – it’s what’s popping.

After being let down only enough to annoy, but not enough to re-do the 13.1 workout, I had a discussion with myself. It ended with the admission I had to balance my actual fitness levels and my mental capacity to deal with that. So I set an honest goal for 13.2. It wasn’t a shoot for the moon or aim for the stars type of goal, which I usually like. It was an honest “look, you’re not where you want to be” type of goal. At the same time, I know my biggest competition is myself (corny but true). I had to think about how much I could squeeze out of 13.2. What number would it take for me to say “ok, I can deal with that and I won’t be doing that workout again”? That number was 300 and not just because I like that movie (ok, maybe a little).


Cillian making everyone else look weak
 (photo by Eric Chin)

300 was not going to win any prizes or make money. What it would do was give me validation that I pushed myself with what I had in my tank. 250 would’ve been easy to pace without putting extra effort. But if I’m not where I need to be in terms of fitness, why go the extra mile? I signed up for something, paid for it, and I dragged my son away from the house or another activity so I could do this thing. All of that should have some purpose and it should have some worth. So if I’m not in it to win it, I should be in it to absolutely push my limits without leaving room for regret. That is what 300 reps meant to me. 

13.2 was on and seven minutes into a ten minute workout, I began to feel it. I’m a short person, so even stepping through box jumps is hard on my hips. I did not plan for this as well as I should have. I still had to reach above parallel for those steps. BUT being shorter meant a shorter distance to dead lift what was already a miniscule weight, that was good. My grip failed transitioning from the overhead to dead lift and I ended up dropping the bar a few times during the last minutes. I know it sounds corny, I swear I know this - BUT I thought of having to make this worth it crept into my head and I pushed myself to get those final rounds to make it to 300.

Did I reach my goal? Yup, right on the dot. As in, 300th rep, drop, crawl, buzzer - done, curl into fetal position. Could I have given more? Maybe, but that's a shot in the dark "maybe' and not a I feel like I honestly could have given more "maybe."

In writing this blog, I saw the theme – the “maybe.” Maybe I could have given more, maybe I could have rested less. Looking at the big picture, if I did what I set out to do, does “maybe” even matter? Not, really. At this point in time, all thinking about the “maybe” does is cause me to stagnate over the past event. Despite all the maybe’s, I’m happy with my 13.2 performance. Making peace with 13.2, I was able to move on with my day and focus on things not Crossfit, not the Open, and not even remotely workout related. That is necessary if you want to live a life that is more than Crossfit. It was nice.

Comments

Popular posts from this blog

Dear Natural Hair, Let Me Explain...

I posted the snap of me with my hair brushed out some weeks ago. I wanted my friends to see the difference a brush makes. All too often, they think my curly hair remains curly. Some people don’t understand why I look at them enviously as they brush their hair in the middle of the day. Sure, if I worked at a place where my brushed out hair was perceived as professional, maybe I could do that. However, my mid-day hair brushing friends and I work at the same place and I get to sit by and watch them deal with their tangles johnny on the spot. I. I have to wait until I get home and can tame the beast of tangles by creating an entirely different beast. Such is my hair.
I’ve learned to love my hair.  After years of trying to hide the curls with relaxers, fancy products, and buns – I have learned. Yes, I’m jealous of people who can ride in a car with the windows down and do nothing more than brush out the wildness. I still get angry when I brake a brush or pull bristles. That does not get in…

Multitasking SOB and the "p" word

I'm pretty sure that's what I am. At least at this moment, which includes watching tv, uploading pics to MixBook to make a wedding guest book, checking out items on Amazon.com, and figuring out what to eat tomorrow...and also blogging.

What I really wanted to talk about today was complainers. Not just any type of complainers. There's some use  to gripping and releasing thoughts on particular activities. I get that, I partake in that quite often. But then there's the line that can be crossed. The person that does this is referred to as a vulgar name placed on female genitalia. It just happens to be one of those words I don't like using due to it's negative connotation, but at the same time produces such bitter, vocal tones that it can be appropriate. I digress, back to those people. I tire of them. They irritate me. If you see me go from a happy mood to a silent mood, chances are I'm fending off the yelling at this person.

Why do you complain? Is it because …

I'm gonna git you sucka...later though

Triathlon training. It's rough stuff. I'll get it soon. I'm coming from a sprinting, pole vaulting background and have been doing primal and Crossfit style workouts for the past year. That all equals a "go, go, go, push, push, push" mentality where everything is intense. All. The. Time. While, I'm used to figuring out what 60%, 80%, etc is, I am absolutely having a hard time applying it to something that lasts longer than a pole vault approach :( The important thing - I realize I have this issue. It is a work in progress and I'm dealing with right now. Man, it's tough though.

I'm listening to the Paleolithic Solution Podcast right now, so nutrition is also on my mind. I had a huge lunch yesterday and it destroyed my appetite for dinner. Note to self - stop that. I just baked some coconut flour cranberry and blueberry muffins :P

I'm waiting for other things to take place in my day and will be on my way to a bike ride. With intensity in mind, th…