wow you read my mind again. couldn't sleep, stomachache from stressing something someone did. read this essay, hit my box Saturday morning and sweated out the bad. thanks
Get Here If You Can
Life ain’t always beautiful. That’s a line in a country song but it’s true. Some days, life just takes you and shakes you and spins you around like it’s somebody else’s birthday party and you’ve got the blindfold on, but you have NO idea where the stinkin’ donkey is to pin the tail on.
And so you twirl, and stumble, and maybe some people laugh at you. You feel sort of stupid.
But that’s okay. Every day can’t be your day. Every day can’t be fabulous and full of the best news ever.
On some days, it’s enough to be human — to be humane — and to just show up.
So, on those really bad days, when you think the last thing in the world you should do is work out, well on those days especially make sure you get to the gym. Get through these doors. Come here and suck at the lift or the metcon. Be terrible. Horrible. Awful. Wretched. Putrid. We won’t care. We’ll all just be happy to see you.
Just get here, if you can. A safe place in a world gone mad. Take your mind off your troubles. Sweat out the bad. You can’t put a price tag on that. Or explain it in any way that people would understand. It just is what it is.
Thank you for this. Missing friends stuck in Japan, stressing over sick kids and work this week. Time to sweat.
Those days are the ones that make us stronger. CrossFit always puts a big cheesy smile on my face when I finish. Nicely said!
It just is what it is. I think the best day I came in was a day I couldn't sleep the night before--I did horrible at the WOD, but I finished. That was my goal that day--I didn't care about the clock.
This is a great article! Yes, the people are the difference. I'm so amazed by the support and camaraderie from my coach and the people I work out with. Thank you!
Crossfit saved my sanity during the worst summer of my life for this exact reason. Everything was tumbling down around me and Crossfit was the only thing in my life that was consistent. Work then Crossfit every night of the week, and I'd stay until I had to leave to catch my train home. It was my haven. Weekends without it were misery. I knew for that 20 minutes I could forget about everything horrible in my life and focus on just not dying. And keeping myself physically strong helped keep me mentally strong too. Wise words, Lisbeth, wise words.
Becky is right. It's the people at CFW that can make a sucky day good.It's the good vibs and the craziness. It's the energy you get from watching everyone push their limits every day. It's Jen yelling at you to keep moving, to pick up the d*@#@ bar or get on that box. Squats and lunges around the house don't make it when your only workout partners are a sleeping cat and Oprah. Can't wait to trade them in for you guys!
whoa, it's so weird that this post came along today. yesterday i was having the worst afternoon ever and then i had to go stand in a deli for five hours, which made me even more upset. the whole time i was slicing meats i was just complaining about how i wished i could punch someone in the face until i realized that all i really needed was to be at crossfit! and then i got even more mad that i couldn't go!! however, i started talking about the wonderful crossfit watertown and found out that one of my co-workers does crossfit too!! and it was so weird how just talking about the craziness that is burpees and wallball could totally take my mind off of everything! AND happy birthday derek!!