Monday, March 25, 2013

An Eye Opening Experience

I just finished week three of the CrossFit Games Open. For the non-CrossFit readers out there, the Open is a worldwide competition that is "open" to everyone. Even people who have never ever set foot in a CrossFit box. If you've got the drive and $20 and can get yourself judged at an affiliate or by submitting a video, you're in the running. It's the first step towards qualifying for the CrossFit Games, which is basically the Super Bowl of our sport. Imagine what it would be like to be able to pay $20 for the chance to compete in the Olympics. To be in the running with the best athletes in the world. Testing and proving your fitness within your community and across the globe. It's pretty awesome. You're a CrossFit Games Open Athlete and you get one of these on the official CrossFit Games website:



Every week CrossFitters worldwide are glued to their computers waiting for the announcement of the next Open WOD - the workout they will have to attempt along with everyone else in order to submit a score by the deadline. The movements are unpredictable and the standards are high. Each week the test gets more difficult and is designed to whittle the field of tens of thousands down to the best of the best in each region who then compete for a spot at the Games this summer. Everyone, from athletes who have only been doing CrossFit for a few weeks, to Grandparents, to adaptive athletes and those competing injured, to the elite athletes and past games competitors (and winners), and every level of ability in between, takes on the same WOD and posts their scores to be ranked with everyone else.

The best part of the Open is that beyond the competitions for fittest in the region and fittest in the world, everyone has a weekly opportunity to be fittest in their gym, fittest in their age group, or even fittest self they've ever been. You can measure yourself against a random stranger from Australia, against the scores you posted in last year's Open (especially when workouts get repeated as was the case this week), or even against the score you posted last week. Some people (like me) know that there is no chance on the planet that they'll even make it to regionals and that the Annie Thorisdottirs and Rich Fronings of the world don't even blink at the sight of their score, but in the grand scheme of things that's not what the Open is about for them. That's not what it's about for me.

I hesitated to register for the Open at first based on the fact that you have to do the WOD RX'd (or "As Prescribed" in CrossFit terms - basically exactly as written). The beauty of CrossFit is that it's universally scalable making it accessible to people like me who can't necessarily do every single movement RX'd yet. That isn't the case in the Open. In Darwinian fashion the WODs are designed to weed out the people like me. If you don't have muscle-ups and they're in the WOD, you try to do one until the time runs out, but obviously you're not going to score as high as someone who can do them. But that shouldn't stop you from trying. I've seen many people in just these first three weeks do things that they never thought possible. People adding 10lbs or more to their snatch PR because the prescribed weight is what the prescribed weight is and they might as well try to snatch it... And much to their surprise they were able to do it!

The Open and the environment that it creates pushes people out of their comfort zones and allows them to reach for what they never dreamed was possible. It's an incredible thing to watch. To know someone in your box that's been working on muscle-ups all year (or longer) only to come "thisclose" and not get one and yet after 150 wall balls and 90 double-unders, they jump up on the rings, swing, pull, push, and there they are locked out at the top, exhausted but triumphant. And everyone watching who knows how hard they've struggled to master that skill erupts in screams and thunderous applause. When was the last time you got to be a part of a moment full of that much joy?

I haven't really had a great moment like that in the Open so far. I've set little goals for myself during each phase and I've only met or passed the goal once in three weeks. For the first week I wanted to get through the first 3 parts of the WOD to the 75lb snatches and was 5 burpees short. The second week I wanted to beat my first round score and get through 3 full rounds. I ended up only 10 reps short of 5 rounds! This week the first part of the WOD was 150 wall balls (also know as the benchmark WOD "Karen"). I knew I didn't have double-unders or muscle-ups so I thought of 13.3 in terms of just finishing the benchmark under the 12 minute time cap. I was 21 wall balls short.

It has been a little difficult for me to put all this into perspective in the moment. My first thought at the end of each WOD is always about whether I did or did not meet my goal. What I really ought to focus on is my performance beyond the Open. I need to look at the larger picture. Even though I didn't start CrossFit until after the Open last year, I can still compare myself to last year, just like the people that did compete in the Open. With all my scores at zero last year, I can look at what I just accomplished and know that it is more than I would have been able to do a year ago. I can marvel at the things I can do now that I wasn't able to do 11 months ago. When I started I couldn't do burpees at all. In 13.1 I did 65. In April I did step-ups on 2 weight plates. In 13.2 I stepped up on 20 inch box. In May last year I struggled through a "Half Karen" - 75 wall balls at only 6lbs. For 13.3 I was able to do 129 with a 14lb ball. Even though my scores are low on the leaderboard, I've gone up in the rankings each week so far. Improvement is improvement, no matter how small, and for me those are all HUGE improvements.

I may be in the bottom 50% in the region and in the world, but that's okay. I knew going in that I wouldn't be one of the top 48 athletes to go to Regionals. I obsessively check the leaderboard all day on Sunday and get a little disappointed as more scores get posted and my ranking drops lower and lower and lower. I tell myself the number doesn't matter, but much like I try to tell myself the number on the scale doesn't matter, numbers still hold power for me. They're what I'm used to when evaluating myself. Grades, weight, rankings - all numbers. All those improvements I posted above are quantifiable. Number of reps, weight of the ball or bar, height of the box, cutoff times. All numbers.

The Open, I've decided is another chance for me to move outside of the comfort zone of judging myself by numbers. At the end of 5 weeks it won't really matter if I finished in 45,000th place or 5,000th place. I still won't make it to the Regionals, so the number is irrelevant in terms of that goal. The Open is an opportunity to open yourself up to challenge and change and to what is possible when you give something your all. It can open your eyes to how much you have learned and how much you've improved and how far you still need to go. It can allow you to let your strengths shine and expose areas where you are weak. Every athlete has a different experience in the Open and competes with different goals in mind, but we all compete together. The next two weeks are sure to get more difficult and there will be more and more things I won't be able to do, but that doesn't mean I can't still try to improve myself and to realize I'm more than just my numbers.

At the end of 5 weeks I'll join the thousands of others who didn't make it to the next round and who will return to their box day after day and keep working to better themselves one day at a time. But we will have been part of something. We will have shared the collective suck that is burpees. We can reminisce about how hard it was to sit on a toilet the day after 13.3. We will talk about how cool it was seeing people PR and watching videos of Jenny LeBaw compete on one leg and know what great feats these were because we took on the same challenges. We can do all this because we all tried. We did things we never thought possible. We had the courage to push ourselves to the limit and take on seemingly impossible tasks. We faced down the unknown and unknowable. We were CrossFit Games Open athletes.

Sunday, March 17, 2013

An Every Day Fight

It's been 11 months since I started CrossFit and decided to take control of my life, but that isn't where this journey began. That day was just when I decided to really start fighting for myself. When I decided to work hard, put myself first, and when realized that if I wanted to change I was going to have to make it happen. It wasn't something I could passively wish for and hope that one day things would get better. I knew from day one it was going to be tough and I would have to work harder than I'd ever worked for anything before and I knew that it was something I would have to fight for. Every day.

I wasn't just trying to look good in a bikini or lose a couple pounds, I was trying to save my life. I was terrified of how out of control things had gotten and was legitimately worried that if I didn't do something that I was headed down a road I wouldn't be able to turn back on. In the beginning it was that enormous number on the scale and the constant pain that kept me focused on making changes. It was the daily progress and constant positive feedback that kept me motivated. For the first time I was able to see results and feel like my efforts were worthwhile. I felt hopeful and hope was something I hadn't had in a long time.

Lately I haven't felt hopeful, or motivated, or like I'm making progress. I haven't felt proud of myself or like someone others should be proud of or inspired by. I have told myself several times that I never want to be the girl I was 11 months ago, but she was a lot more driven than I am now. She tried harder. She had a lot more to lose, in so many ways. She showed up and worked hard even when the task seemed impossible. She was eager and undaunted. She didn't want to give up. She was a fighter. I need to find her again. Even though I've come a long way from where started, I still have so far to go. I can't lose sight of my goals. I can't forget that I'm still fighting and that I have to fight every day. I can't blame anyone but myself or rationalize that my lack of progress is the result of anything more than a lack of focus and lackluster effort.

Me and Dad - CrossFit Athletes
I've been looking forward to my one year CrossFit anniversary almost since I started. I've thought about where I wanted to be after a  year and what I want to have accomplished. Overall I can look back and say that I've accomplished much more than I hoped for when I started, but more than that I have so much that I can be proud of. I'm proud of the progress I've made so far. I'm proud that I inspired my Dad to start CrossFit and that he is stronger and healthier now. I'm proud of my friend Jeanie who also started CrossFit at 62 and continued to change her life on her own even without CrossFit. She's lost over 80 pounds and has gotten rid of pain that has plagued her for years. My heart swells with pride for my small part in their journeys. It makes me feel like what I've done is worthwhile and has meaning beyond what it means for my life. I want to hold onto that feeling and not feel like a failure because I've made bad choices.
Jeanie and I

More than seeing a particular number on the scale or hitting a specific lift in competition, after a year of working hard I want to be happy with where I am. I want to look back without regret, without anything left on the table. I want to be a fighter and to feel strong and confident every day. I know that I can't be perfect and I know that I won't be on top of the world every day, but I want the good days to outweigh the bad. I need to remember that every day is a gift and every choice matters. I started this journey to save my life and not miss out on it anymore. I'm not working to add days to my life that aren't quality days full of hope and purpose. That kind of life is worth fighting for and I need to not forget how hard things were 11 months ago and how hard I fought to make it better. It doesn't have to be difficult, but it won't always be easy. I need to feel the struggle again and stop making the easier choice. I need to tell myself no more often. I need to be honest with myself and stop making excuses. This next month will be difficult and I look forward to fighting until I reach my goals.



Tuesday, March 12, 2013

Conquering Fears

I've been thinking more about fear lately and about how many things I don't fear anymore.

I remember being terrified to be in front of people for any reason, not very many years ago. I couldn't speak in front of a class of my peers without being paralyzed and shaking and forgetting my presentation. I had anxiety about standing in front of a group of 4 year-olds and teaching them a transitional song. I missed out on so much during college because I was afraid of putting myself out there. Even when I did, I was horribly uncomfortable and it took a lot of convincing before I would try it again.

I think that a big problem I had was a lack of confidence and this spilled over into many aspects of my life. As much as I loved playing music, I wasn't very successful as a musician. I knew that I wasn't as good as the other people in my studio and I think I had convinced myself that I never would be and didn't try very hard. I didn't play out confidently - this was a constant note from my professor in lessons. I didn't fully support my notes. Much like I did in life, I was trying to not be noticed when I played. I felt "less than" as a musician and I was afraid that if I played out I would make a mistake and everyone would know that I wasn't as good and that I didn't deserve to be there.

I had let myself believe all the wrong people who made me feel like I wasn't worthy. I listened to them more than the ones who loved me and believed in me. I listened to them and believed them and let what they thought of me define who I was. I don't do that anymore.

Coming to the realization that I am capable and have worthwhile things to offer has taken several years. I think the first thing that started the ball rolling was when my fraternity nominated and elected me to be president. I remember freaking out when the current president called me to ask if I was interested. I wasn't. I didn't think of myself as being that leader. At most I wanted to be the vice president. After thinking it over I stood in front of the sisterhood to tell them why I wanted to be president. Trembling, sick to my stomach, terrified. It was a tough year and I had to make a lot of hard decisions and not every one was a good one. Every week I faced the sisterhood and lead meetings. I memorized large chunks of information that I had to recite in front of everyone. I made plans and delegated responsibilities and organized events. By the end of the year I wasn't afraid of speaking in front of my friends anymore.

Another thing that helped me gain confidence was training to become a teacher. The same year I was president of my fraternity, my practicum placement was with 4 year olds. You would think that kids would be easier than adults, but this wasn't always the case. Over the next few semesters I worked in second grade, then first, and I did my student teaching in kindergarten and third grade. Each semester I gained more and more confidence in the material I presented and I was more comfortable leading the class. When I finished student teaching I was more confident in my abilities than I had ever been. I felt that I had made a great connection with my third graders and that I had made a solid contribution to their lives. I felt capable.

When I wasn't able to get a teaching job I definitely felt my confidence slip back a few notches. The next few years were difficult for me and I started to feel myself becoming that girl again. The one who was afraid and felt unworthy. The one who didn't want to be noticed. And during this time I also started to gain a lot of weight again. Funny how that happens...except not funny at all. Sad really.

When I started CrossFit I still had that mentality. I wasn't confident that I could do anything. I was afraid of getting hurt. I doubted my abilities. I didn't want people to watch me "work out" and didn't want to get in the way of the athletes doing the real work. One of my coaches described me as "apologetic." I kept coming anyway. I pushed through those fears. Slowly my coaches helped me see that I was capable and there were things I could do. They were supportive and encouraging and they believed in me, which helped me begin to believe in myself.

I still surprise myself with my courage. Since I moved I have done so many things that the old me never would have. I have dropped in at boxes in several different cities and even though I was a little nervous in each new situation, I wasn't afraid. I wasn't apologetic about my presence. I was excited to learn and take advantage of the new opportunity and proud to represent my box and my coaches by letting everyone see what I could do.

I am exploring my city a little a time, going out on my own and seeking out new adventures. I drive on giant, scary highways. Every day.

I am putting myself out there and signing up for weightlifting and CrossFit competitions where I can't hide in the back of a room and work out in solitude. I have to stand on a platform or on a makeshift competition "stage" with lots of people watching. In spandex! This is still relatively new to me and still makes me super nervous. I'm hoping the more I do it, the less it will scare me. I have 3 competitions coming up in the next 6 months.

I still have a lot to work on and there are still certain fears that hold me back. I still fear change, a little. I'm working on it. I hesitate to say that I'm fearless, because it's just not true. I am less fearful every day and I think that's a big part of my journey. Pushing my limits and kicking through those walls continuously until they no longer exist. Finding my strength when I feel weak. Seeking out happiness, even if it means making big changes. Conquering fears.






Friday, March 1, 2013

Because I Survived

Today has become a reflective day for me. Every year, instead of being sad, I try to reflect on my life and celebrate it. I definitely see life as a gift and even more so now I try to not take it for granted.

My life was changed forever on this day 9 years ago, but many more lives were changed at the same time. When I left for work on March 1, 2004 I was very excited. I was wearing one of my favorite outfits, I was getting my new car delivered that day, and because the managers were in San Antonio at a conference, I was going to be in charge all week. It was going to be a great day, but there was no indication that it would be a life changing day, not just for me but for my family and five other families.

None of us could have known that later that evening we would all be involved in a bad car accident. The parents of 3 of the kids in the other car didn't know that when they said goodbye to their child that evening it would be the last time they would speak. When my parents came to pick up their car from me and to see my new Jeep they didn't know that the next time they saw me would be as the rescue squad was cutting me out of the Jeep.

Life can change in an instant.

We're never guaranteed even the next breath.

I think a lot about the kids who died in the accident. I think about how their lives ending changed the lives of their family and everyone who knew them. I think about all the things they'll never do. They didn't get to graduate from high school, go to college, get married, have families.

 It was hard for me to admit that I was angry about the accident. What right did I have to be upset about my 2 broken legs when others had lost so much more? Even though the accident was not my fault, I felt a responsibility for the pain that it caused to my family and to the other families. I used to feel guilty because I survived.

I would ask myself: If I had left work on time, or not spent so much time in the parking lot setting up the radio, or if i had taken longer, or taken a different road... If my car hadn't been there for their car to hit, would they all still be alive? Questions like this can't be answered and you can drive yourself crazy trying. Sometimes bad things just happen. They happen for a reason, but we don't necessarily know why. I have to believe that I was meant to be in that accident and that I was meant to survive because I'm meant for something unique in this world. I'm meant to make a difference. Not that say that those who died weren't, but maybe their lives had a different purpose? This is something that I've tried to focus on and fulfill in the last 9 years.


Standing for the first time.
Sometimes I have an "It's a Wonderful Life" moment. As morbid as it seems, I have thought about how different things would have been if I had not survived. About how things could have been much worse. About how it would have effected my family. I don't dwell on this much. I only have a vague understanding of how hard it was for my family to deal with me being injured and it's painful enough to think about how hurt my sister was over losing her friends. How hard it was for her to see their empty desks in class for the rest of the year. I don't like to think about not being a part of their lives.

I try to think about what is different and what I have added to the world in the last 9 years, because I survived. I think about how I went back to school and made friends that I might not have met. I have a college degree now and I don't know that I would have been as motivated to leave my job and go back to school if the accident hadn't made me think about Ginni and Janae and Michael not having that chance.

I think about the difference I may have made for any of the 200+ children that I taught during practicum, student teaching, and at daycare. I think about how I worked with twin 11 month old babies who were newly placed in foster care and gained their trust by showing them that they were loved and that they would be comforted and cared for under my watch.

I think about how I might not be on this journey to lose weight and might not have joined CrossFit and wouldn't have a story to share that would inspire others to change their lives.

As difficult as it has been over the last 9 years and and as much pain as it caused, I don't know that I would want to change what happened to me. I do wish that no one had lost their life, but I think that I live a better, more meaningful life, now because of what I have been through. I think I am more grateful and closer to my family because of what we went through together.

They do say "that which does not kill us, makes us stronger." I am stronger because I survived.


Jamie, Sammi, and I
8 years ago on my first "Celebrating Life" Day