So today was my first official day “stepping back” from my daily CrossFit WOD regimen, as I look to restore my health.
By 9:00 a.m., I looked online and I saw an opportunity to partner with Molly in an upcoming partner comp. Her male teammate had to pull out, leaving her searching for a teammate. I like Molly, she is a strong and consistent athlete and she is a nice lady who is fun to be with.
I had originally ignored this competition because I was committed to a Master’s event and I wanted to remain focused on that. Now that event has been cancelled and I’m dying to play, even though my body may not be up to it.
I had never thought of myself as an athlete, or a competitor in the past (meaning my previous six decades). Yet, here I am with this stuff running through my veins that wants to see how far I can go, how hard I can push myself. These emotions are still new to me. They can be exhilarating and frustrating at the same time.
As I pondered the possibilities, I decided to run it by a few people before making my decision to accept the invitation to play. If left to my own, I was ready to do it.
I bounced it off my coach. She put her foot down and told me to get healthy before I play again. I bounced it off my WOD Partner Julia, she advised against it. And I already knew my wife would kill me.
What is it about this stuff that is so appealing, even if it hurts? Ugh!