Cheery-Picking

I'm okay with cherry-picking.

You know, picking this workout or that one. Is that strange?

I feel like I'm admitting to doing something bad — like cheating reps (I don't) or eating sugar (well, not a lot — but those Girl Scouts and their cookies did flank the exits to the Safeway for a few weeks).

But you get the point. My dark secret is that I don't work out 6 days a week and I don't just do whatever my affiliate puts in front of me. I evaluate and I select. I use my own independent thinking skills. (Crazy, right? Where will that ever get me in life?)

See, a few years ago I publicly swore off cherry-picking.  Why? Because the CrossFit community talks a lot about how you have to do the things you don't want to do. And I felt I had to comply.

But now I'm selecting again, and this time I call it cheery-picking, because it makes me happy.

I am happier when I feel some control over my world, when I do things I like to do. And I'm miserable when I do things I don't like very much. Sound familiar? It should. It's pretty much the history of the human race.

Think about it.

You cherry-pick your food, your clothes, your lover, your books, your music. You don't listen to Katy Perry if you hate Katy Perry. You don't eat peanuts if you hate peanuts. You don't date men if you're a lesbian.

I know admitting to cheery-picking is utter blasphemy in the CF world, but we can all gasp and move on. 

The skies aren't going to open and rain locusts. There aren't going to be weird, dramatic shifts in the weather (Oh, wait.) Still, I'm fairly certain the world will keep spinning if I'm a little less than the fittest I could ever be. I'm not going to the CrossFit Games. (Shocker, I know. Sit down and take that in.)

But really, what am I training for? To be healthier, to be happier. So, maybe I should do things that make me happier and healthier.

Now this doesn't mean I avoid all workouts that I don't like.

I still do plenty of stuff I hate. I mangle the double-unders. I do the running AND the overhead squats in "Nancy" even though I'm not digging that pavement pounding. I'm out there hollowing my rock with Dr. Tabata. All my cheery-picking means is that if I have to pick a rest day on a weekday and one workout is all running? That's my rest day. So I'm missing a workout of what I "should" work on. Okay. I'm good with that.

This is crazy talk, right? 

Or maybe it's most sane thing I've ever said. Heck, last month I met a woman who likes to power lift more than CF. She smiled a lot. Maybe that had something to do with her doing the things she likes to do, and not spending so much time making herself miserable.

Or maybe her lips were stuck to her teeth. Who knows?

But I'm just saying it could happen.

What do you think? Do you ever cheery-pick?