This whole being injured thing is really turning me into a sentimental bastard. I’m not sure if my Testosterone is dropping because I stopped lifting heavy things, or if I’m actually just becoming a mature adult person – but fuck that last few days have made me thankful for a lot of things. First, the outpouring of support I’ve gotten from people at the box. It’s ridiculous, I had no idea people actually gave a shit – which is probably a pretty terrible thing to say, but it’s mostly a reflection of my skepticism and distrust of others rather than a comment on the nature of people at my box. I know they’re all awesome, I see them everyday for the last 4 months, I should probably have put together that at some level we care about one another. I’m going to swear a lot to offset all the feelings in this post – I can’t handle it otherwise. Even complete strangers on Twitter have gone out of their way to express their good wishes. I guess that’s just Crossfit – theres a shared bond even with strangers. I didn’t believe it until just now, but now I won’t ever doubt it.
Second, I’m thankful for people that push me to be better, even if they don’t realize it. You’d think I’d be watching people like Matt Hathcock (who won the Outlaw Open) or Matt Chan and be inspired by them, but that doesn’t really do it for me, they are genetic freaks of nature who train harder than I am probably even physically capable of – sure that’s a goal to reach, but at some point you have to be pushed by normal things too. People like the guys at my box, and people like Karli and Megan (pictured below) who BOTH crushed their respective competitions this weekend. And Jo, who is picking up my 100k rowing challenge even though she fucking hates rowing. These are the people who really make me want to work harder.
Third, I’m actually thankful for this injury. When you’re so fucking focused on going 100 MPH all day everyday it’s easy to lose focus on the ground in front of you. That was me last week. Nothing like a speed bump to help you appreciate the open road. Metaphors aside, I was probably being a bit pig headed and foolish. Hurt my shoulder, full steam ahead! Some things aren’t meant to be pushed through. Crossfit is so filled with motivational pictures and sayings its kind of disgusting. All that shit on Tumblr that says “slee when you’re dead” or “you’ll pass out before you die” – if it gets you to the box on a day you might otherwise not, sure it’s great. But when you’re already there, pull your head out of your ass, and I’m speaking about myself here too, you can’t train through injuries, you can train around them smartly and you can rehab them appropriately, but if your shoulder fucking hurts, don’t keep trying to split jerk your bodyweight – that’s not helping, I promise. Does it suck for me to lose two weeks of training right when I’m trying to do the most work? Yes. Will I come back hungrier than ever before? Abso-fucking-lutely. That’s not an excuse to overtrain again, that’s an excuse to make the absolute most of every moment of Outlaw work I’m given and leave the box everyday knowing I couldn’t have gone harder or faster. That’s the goal here folks! Nothing more, nothing less.