Morning everyone! I’m feeling inspired this morning, so I’m just going to let it happen.
Today’s WOD: Elizabeth, completed in 8:22.
I almost didn’t go to the Box this morning to work out. Yesterday was a long day for me: 6am WOD, 9-12 class, eating and blog work // graphic design until 4:30, work 5pm to 9:30. By the end of the day, I was famished, tired, and needed some serious TLC. I had plans to go out with some friends after work, but ate a giant salad with grilled chicken instead. So when I woke up at the asscrack of dawn (5am, hello, nice to meet you), I almost rolled over and went back to sleep.
Instead, I thought about my coach, my fellow BoxMates (I think I just made up a new word), and how much I would miss grunting and sweating with Lil Wayne in the background. That was enough motivation for me to trudge over to the fridge, pour myself some iced coffee, and get my Beast Mode outfit on. Read: Syracuse pinny and spandex. Whenever I rep my school colors, I kick so much more asphalt.
As soon as I got to the Box, I was glad I went. I felt chipper, awake, and ready to get my ass kicked once again. (sorry guys, I’m using foul language a lot more than usual today, but it comes with the Chef Katelyn experience)
We started off with the warm up (left on the board), and practiced the WOD moves before starting the clock. We had a cap time of 10 minutes, and I completed the workout in 8:22. One of the girls at my gym finished in just over 6 minutes (I was so proud), and said, “Joe, I don’t know how that happened!”. In the middle of my ring dip, I yelled, “BEAST MODE is what happened.” True statement.
So after my workout, I drank my FitMixer (which I recently discovered has 100mg of caffeine in each scoop, no wonder I love it so much) and sat in my car, harmonizing with T-Pain and thinking about what just happened. How I spread myself too thinly the day before, but was able to work up the drive to do power cleans at 6am, both challenging and listening to my body. It’s amazing, the people I’ve met just in four days of doing CrossFit, and how awesome it is. Clare put it right; you really do gain a whole new family.
I thought about something my coach said today. About how CrossFit is different. If you’re in the middle of an exercise and your body literally can’t do one more, don’t lower the weight. Instead, stop. Surrender. Let your body speak, because you’re not working just one isolated muscle, you’re working a whole load of muscles. If you have to stop an exercise, do so, because tomorrow, you’ll be stronger. Don’t push your body in ways that it’s telling you not to.
And then I thought about a recent comment from a reader. One that really rubbed me the wrong way, and caused me to stand up for myself. I haven’t had everything in my life come easy. I’ve worked for athletic titles, good grades, the money I have, and most importantly, for this blog and the opportunities that it has brought me.
I am privileged, fortunate, and incredibly blessed to have all of the things I do. A family that can afford to send me to a top-notch university, feed me, and put a roof over my head. But there is a fine line between having an opinion and making it sound like I have it all together. I don’t. I work 52 hours a week waitressing, take summer classes, blog full time, and still have time to eat, sleep, and work out. I don’t have a car; I pay my parents for gas. Anything that’s not a necessity, I pay for with my hard-earned money. That I get from waitressing more hours than I can handle and working with awesome, amazing graphic design clients. I live in a suburb with my family, which is by no means “wealthy”. I’m not trying to make any of you feel bad whatsoever, for anything you may say or do. This is just the facts. I’m not okay with anyone coming to my blog and telling me otherwise or making me feel less than human. Because that’s what I am. Human.
I love all of you, so so much. Thank you for coming back each and every day, and thank you for bringing your positive, beautiful light to shine on all of us.