I was chasing (or trying to chase) my riding partner up a dusty trail yesterday when it occurred to me, in the middle of mashing my pedals and sucking the warm morning wind, that I wasn't going to catch her. She had 25 yards on me, and I had 25 years on her. And then I realized that I didn't need to catch her anymore.
Get over your fear of consequence, or, rather, walk right through it.
How bad do you want it? How much will you give?
The answers to these two questions will do more than guide you; they will reveal you. Because your desire to achieve and your willingness to sacrifice for that achievement will most likely determine whether you are a 100-percenter, a 95-perecenter, or a 90-percenter. Whether you are a person who got the job done, or a person who almost got the job done.
I've always tried to be honest with you. And I'm not going to stop now.
I was down. Something happened. But I got up. And I'm still rising.
I bet you know exactly how that feels.
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.
In late 2008, CrossFit wasn't so well known. We had less than 1,000 affiliates worldwide, and the CrossFit Games had only been held twice and were still on the Castro Ranch in Aromas, CA.
So it wasn't a shocker when the Hyatt Regency in Austin, TX didn't seem keen on hosting a gathering of CrossFit affiliates that coming February. CrossFit was a little rougher back then, and we were kind of viewed as outlaw fitness. But we were used to hesitation and rejection.