As usual, I copied your post (with credit) to the SCF site. Just wanted to share one nice comment with you, " Lisbeth Darsh hit home here on so may levels…. “Become dominant over themselves”. we can not hand ourselves over to the aging process. we have to make a choice- sedentary and “old”, or active and healthy. No AARP card is going to put me in mom jeans or in a benign step class. I chose to be a cross fitter. I want, need, and crave the mental and physical challenges you throw at me everyday. It keeps the body and the mind young. Working out next to someone 1/2 my age only makes me work harder. This being said, I think CF Masters was a great idea. The community that has developed is incredible. To connect with other 40+, like-minded people from all over the world has been eye-opening for me. I am so impressed not only with the physical, but the mental fortitude these individuals possess. It’s the constant challenge that keeps them young. For me, an unassisted pull-up, PRx a WOD, and a successful rope climb….these goals are my fountain of youth."
It can’t offer me eternal salvation. Or money. Or even peace with all my decisions, however difficult they were.
The barbell can’t soothe a crying baby, or cure cancer, or even bring me back that split-second decision to accelerate on a wet North Carolina curve years ago in that little red car.
It can’t make me prettier, or smarter, or more accomplished.
By all rational thought, I should discard the barbell and buy some Mom jeans and take up scrapbooking or some kind of fitness class wherein I try to gyrate my way into a sexy body. That’s what sensible women of my age do, isn’t it?
But I doubt those sensible women have felt the cold steel in their hands. They probably haven’t wrapped their fingers around a barbell and snatched it 30 times in a row. They most likely have not felt the power of bringing that weight overhead and then throwing it down, rubber bouncing up from the ground, chalk particles wafting like snow through the summer rays of sunshine beating across the floor. Those women still think a workout must involve a cardio machine, and, maybe, if they’re feeling adventurous, a weight machine.
They don’t know they are a weight machine. The years are taking their toll. They can either carry that weight on their hips and their butts and their bellies for the rest of their lives . . . or they can put it in their hands, on a barbell, and toss it above their head. Maybe grunt. Most likely swear. But feel the power. Be the strength. Become dominant over themselves, over others, over the world right in front of them.
Because once you truly experience the power of the barbell, you can’t ever go back. It’s like that part in the old movie “Thelma and Louise” when Thelma says, “You know, something’s, like, crossed over in me and I can’t go back, I mean I just couldn’t live.”
There’s no going back now. Something’s crossed over in me. Weak and mediocre just won’t cut it anymore. I just couldn’t live.
No, the barbell can’t save me … because I guess it already has.
Its like you in my head! I read you blog daily. It is my "feel good" post workout. Its like your a WOD for my soul!!!!!
I definitely can't go back....I've come too far and gotten a glimpse of what lies over the precipice. Time to take the leap of faith and push forward.
Just stumbled across this website from another CF blog, and this is a fabulous article! It is exactly how I feel, but unless you have experienced it, you don't understand. Waiting patiently for my work day to be complete so I can go to my 4:30 WOD!! Karyn member at CrossFit Bay Area in Webster, TX
Lis- Beautiful and empowering words! Wow... I love that feeling of strength and control that comes with lifting heavy stuff. It is addictive! I don't ever want to let that feeling go... Great stuff woman!