Why I Joined the Crossfit Craze

I started Crossfit in January of last year while living in Miami.  A kiteboarding student of mine had been doing it and encouraged me to try it out.  I figured, “why not”?  I am always looking for ways to improve my fitness.  I went for the two months I had left in Miami and then it was off to Aruba and that was it for Crossfit.

Fast forward to about a month ago.  My partner and I had been going to a personal trainer 3 times a week.  I was doing two-a-days during the days we met with the trainer and running or cross training on the other days.  I had goals, I pushed myself, it was good, but I got bored with it.  Like so many people, the gym became something boring for me.  It was monotonous.

I have played team sports since I was just shy of turning 4.  My grandfather was obsessed with the benefit of athletics and, as a result, my lifelong passion has become sport in any form (although, I doubt you’ll ever see me on a golf course, so I guess that statement shouldn’t be too broad).  I loved training, I loved the camaraderie and I loved the competition and sensation that if I wanted to win, I had to leave it all out there and give it my all.

“If it was easy, everybody would be doing it”

For the majority of us who don’t continue on to play professionally, that stops after university.  We continue to train, but the feeling will never be the same….how can you possibly replace the elation of a win or the crush of a loss?

I have always had a hard time explaining to people the “why” behind training hard.  I could usually respond with…”well, I like it…”, “it’s fun…” or simply…”I don’t know, I just do..”.  In truth, there are a myriad of logical reasons I could give… I want to stay healthy or I want to prevent injury or I’ll literally go crazy if I don’t.  While those are all reasons to train, that doesn’t push someone to go hard.

This morning, before what promised to be a difficult WOD at our local box (www.crossfitbef.cl), I realized it…

I have always had a certain feeling before a tough practice, before a game, before anything I knew that I had to or wanted to be at my best.  You can call it nerves or adrenaline or whatever, but it’s always there.  Maybe you know the feeling…when your stomach churns and you feel a little shaky…not like you are weak or faint but like your whole body is ready for something…things become more focused and everything that may have been on your mind before melts away…all you have is right now, moment to moment…when you can live and die a hundred times on the ice or the field or the road or, most recently, the box.

The journey through a tough day of training is one where you can easily forget the suffering.  Today, I know I suffered.  I know at times I thought…damn…this is hard.  But what you remember isn’t the difficulty of it, it’s that you overcame that obstacle.

“Yeah, it was hard, but I did it” 

When you think you can’t do more and you do….well, that is my why.  I love the feelings I get, I love the accomplishment and I love being the best ME that there can possibly be today.



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