Part of working hard towards a goal is realizing that point, when true effort, when truly determined hard work, becomes nothing more than busy work. Work that will not be rewarded with anything more than a certificate of attendance. Below is Cindy’s story of attendance.
The following is authored by: Cindy Young
For many of us the true test of our strength does not come within the first few weeks of CrossFit. Our true test comes when we are almost at what we have defined as success…in other words our true test of strength comes when we allow our arrogance show its ugly face.
No matter who you are you are not immune. I know that I am not.
You start losing your old shell…feeling different…moving weight around that you never dreamed of…you think nothing will ever make you stop living in the power…and then if happens, you get cocky.
This happens to be my tail of arrogance…
I could sweet talk my way through this and dance around reality but the truth is a few months ago I hit my wall. I convinced myself that if I gave half ass effort on the WOD floor that I would still get better and still see improvements.
I convinced myself that as long as I showed up to the WOD floor the magic would still take place. That somehow I would still be able lose those last 20-30 pounds just by simply showing up…kind of like extra credit for a report you had already turned in and got a C on.
For me, I draw strength from the WOD floor. If I do good and feel good about my performance on the WOD floor then that confidence flows into every other aspect of my life; with being a wife, being a Mom, and in the kitchen with choices that I make.
My body started showing my cockiness both inside and out. Never think that your trainers and fellow athletes are not able to see through your quiet and unspoken choices. Because I am here to tell you that their silence should be your loudest alarm.
I missed the feeling of yelling “time” and thinking, “hot damn I just kicked ass!”
I missed the feeling of having control over my life.
I missed knowing that I could not have given more than I just gave.
I missed not living with a sense of entitlement with food.
Simply put…I missed my fight.
I had two choices regroup & rebuild…or give up & blame.
I pick Option One.
I chose to do the work I have to do so I can redefine my own success. To switch things up and remember why I started. I am going to make it happen no matter the obstacle. I am tired of living in the joys of my past and not thriving in the present. I might have come a long way, but it turns out the road doesn’t stop so either will I.
I heard once to “re-engage yourself within your own battle” and that is my choice.
I chose to reignite the fire of my fight. What is your choice?
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