It all started from a friend, a colleague, a peer . . .
From being bored with the same routine, from plateauing time and time again . . .
I wanted to get healthy, I wanted people around me who cared . . .

They called it constantly varied, functional movements, executed at high intensity . . .

It's about taking the first step -

It's called CrossFit and I friggin' love it!

Wednesday, July 20, 2011

The Adventures of Coming Back

Leaving is hard enough, but coming back can be absolutely brutal.  Whether it's CrossFit, work, or a lifestyle that one becomes accustomed to; once it gets a shake-up, your head needs to get back in the game quickly to pick up where you left off. . . 

It is the difference between the decadent, succulent food that is served on vacation that beckons to you at all hours of the day and night.  A delightful mixture of sweets, meats and so much more.  It is the second glass of wine that tastes like juice only to bestow upon you the worst of headaches in the morning - yet it seemed like such a good idea at the time.  The late nights and even later mornings, combined with the adventures that fill your memories. 

But alas, I was not on such a journey for the last 10 days, I was actually working from Cape Cod, I just had the time off from CrossFit.  My day job was still there.

So tonight I want to write a story, just a short story; that may or may not continue at a later date:

He couldn't quite understand the movement, a tell-tale sign that he had much to learn.  The Snatch is complicated, something about picking something up off the ground - only to get underneath it fast enough to stand up with it.  The whole thing seemed kind of odd to be quite honest.  He kept thinking about it and thinking about it.  To try and quell this tunnel-vision, he went online to do his own research.  Hours and hours of watching videos, taking notes, printing out articles, and thinking.

But it isn't about thinking, it's about doing.  It's about having the right coach - at the right time, at the right moment.  Piece by piece he started to put it together.  Some days were frustrating, as if the whole thing was about to fall apart - other days, it was as if he had it just within his grasp - only to slip through his fingers as attempts at the Snatch were similar to the sands of time flowing through the hour glass.

It was only after long arduous hours of practice, not three months - but measured in years, that skill began to take shape, movements flowed eloquently similar to a symphony.  Instead of pulling to get the bar up, he pulled himself under the bar.  Instead of pressing out the movement, he had a full extension of his arms - holding the bar as if it were the trophy.  Rising steadily out of the bottom position, he found the place he journeyed to be - it was determination, perseverance and an overall true grit that brought him to the place he wanted to be.

Don't ever think that something will come after weeks of trying - it takes a varied amount of time for different folks, and since the only thing you have to be concerned with is yourself - focus on getting what you want.

"If you keep on going the way you're going you'll end up where you're heading - which direction are you aiming for?" - Author Unknown

-Coach Tony

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