There is a reason we all do something . .
I am the kind of guy who wants what I hope to be the best for everyone. Whatever I can do to get you there, I am going to try my hardest.
For a short time, I wasn't doing a WOD, I was lifting, specifically Olympic Lifting, and refining my technique to one day apply it back to the CrossFit workouts that I love so much.
Last night was a testament to that.
I remember the days of sweat, of work, of accomplishment at finishing. Of getting through a workout with little breath, not many pauses, and looks at folks thinking to myself, "What the hell have I gotten myself into....", I remembered.
I remember that we all started in one place, and where we are is hopefully better than where we have been. And where we want to be in the future means taking stock of what we have in the present.
It's hellish coming back, sometimes. Support makes it easier, so does a regular prescription of mobilitywod.com.
We find ourselves in a workout. Our true self, not the person that scowls at bad drivers, but the person who lets the competitive spirit out. The person who stares at adversity with a determination that blends itself with madness.
I can only hope that this effort becomes consistent and contagious. Because damn it feels good to be back.