I learned two things at Crossfit yesterday:
1. Always eat something before going to class.
2. I need to quit being so damn hard on myself.
I’ve been trying to exercise the whole “only eat when you’re hungry” logic. So when I woke up yesterday, I had a coffee and went about my morning before hitting the Crossfit box at noon. I didn’t really think about eating until I was there, because I just wasn’t hungry. I planned on having a protein shake after the WOD and didn’t think much about it.
Of only I had known that the coach had intended on kicking our asses.
Besides a bunch of mobility exercises, this was our WOD:
8 – Wall Walks
8 more Wall Walks
Now, I modified the hell out of this workout. Because I’m not superhuman. And I didn’t want to die.
A little after the 20 minute mark I was on the fifth round of the burpee box jumps when I thought I might pass out and had a hard time catching my breath. One big thing that Crossfit trains it’s athletes on is knowing when to stop. To know when you’ve hit your wall, and I smacked into mine. Though I didn’t get through the entire thing, I was happy with how far I did get… because that was one of the hardest WODs I’ve ever done.
I was speaking with the coach after class and she asked me about the scar on my leg from my car accident back in 1998. On a rainy night in October, driving entirely too fast, I hydroplaned hitting a car and then a pick-up truck hit me head on. I have some crazy scars on my leg… I like to refer to them as battle wounds. After dragging my fractured leg out of the car, I developed a severe staph infection. After 6 surgeries they were lucky enough to get all the staph out, which saved my leg from being amputated. Surprisingly, I have very few issues with it… even after the doctors said I would probably have a limp for the rest of my life. Which I don’t, thanks to some great physical therapists. And a lot of hard work.
After telling her my story, I could tell she was quite surprised and taken aback.
“You’re so lucky to be alive! And okay! And you Crossfit!”
I went out to my car and cried for a while. It’s an emotional story for me and I tend to forget that things could be much worse. And that I AM lucky to have made it out of that wreck alive.
I need to cut myself a little slack. As much as I beat myself up over what I eat, and what I weigh, it’s good for me to reflect on how far I’ve come in the past 16 years.
Because I’m alive.
And I Crossfit.