I didn't touch a barbell for five days. I lost seven pounds, but that lightness certainly didn't come from sweating anything except life's unexpected turns.
No workouts. No lifting. Not even an air squat. I didn't do my daily bend-and-bows. No stretching for my wonky SI joint. My stick for the Burgener warm-up sat in the corner, gathering dust.
Everyone has an opinion. And some opinions are bad or ill-informed or should simply be ignored by those with more brain cells.
The fact that we can all be publishers now on the Internet is both a wonderful and a horrible thing. Just because someone hits the "Enter" key doesn't make them worth listening to. Just because someone has a blog doesn't make them an expert. Just because someone typed it does not make it true.
What you take on. You decide this every day of your life. Every day. Whether you want to admit it or not.
You listen, you accept, you internalize. Good and bad, but all consuming of your time in some way. Your time.
You only get so much time, you know.
"It's not about what you can get. It's about how well you can move."
My coach (Jeff) said this in class while coaching another member, but he was spot on for all of us.
On a hang power clean. On a squat. On a push-up.
On your job. On love. On your entire life.
CrossFit alone is infinitely harder than CrossFit with other people. It's a solitary suckfest. Sometimes I think it should be on a mental health checklist. ("Do you CrossFit alone? Are you on any medications?")