CrossFit, It was the best of times, it was the worst of times…
The best? A quadruple PR day.
The worst? Being pulled aside and lectured.
The best? Being pulled aside and lectured.
The quadrupe PR happenedunexpectedly and kinda sorta by accident. I showed up at the box with little energy, little enthusiasm, and a lot on my mind. But the whole “community” thing that some people refer to as a “cult” happened. Almost all my favorite people were at the box, and two guys I really like working with were FIRED UP!! Man it was infectious. Before I knew it I’d busted out a PR of 29 consecutive dubs. 29! Me? Really? Then it was dead lifts. Busted out a 10# PR and then went crazy and tried for a 60# PR. While I didn’t lift it, I did lift it off the ground. It actually cleared the ground for a dead move PR (I know, only I keep a PR for a dead move…). I was jumping around like a wildman. Then it was snatches. 12-9-6 of 115# snatches followed by OHS. I was doing the OHS with PVC, which is still hard for me. Anyway, the 115# went so easy I added ten, then ten more, then ten more, then ten more and kept adding. I was in the zone. I was destroying my PR, I was approaching the weight that would have won the Games for my age group. I was going to get the final five pounds that would win the Games, and then I got pulled aside and lectured. I wanted to get back to the bar. I wanted to crush another PR. It was the best day of lifting ever. I didn’t want to listen. I was in the zone. But I pay to be coached, in fact I pay to be coached by this specific guy at this specific box, so I stopped and listened. I didn’t want to. I wanted to keep going. While my victory sweat pooled at me feet I listened while he went on about beautiful houses being built on crappy foundations and houses collapsing into their basements and something about a bumble bee and something about a horse. I think my quadruple PRs were the beautiful house and my deteriorating or bad form was the foundation. I don’t know who the bumble bee was. So I stopped. Shut it down. And now, an hour later, it was probably just in time. It was the best of times, it was the worst of times, and maybe shutting it down and thinking about technique was a far far better thing to do.
I wonder what tomorrow’s WOD will be.
