When I was in junior high I ate a lot of candy and so did my best friend. He was better at it than I was.
Our school was a 1o minute walk from his house. The dollar store, the one that sold four candy bars for a buck, sat between the two. To make sure we had a dollar everyday, we stashed our lunch money while our friends ate whatever the school had. We thought we were magicians with a secret, and they were children who didn’t get the trick.
I got the same four candy bars everyday: Snickers, M&Ms, Payday and Skittles. But my friend, well he never got the same thing. He was all about trying something different, something he wasn’t even sure he would like.
When I was younger that made me nervous. Like he was some crazed candy criminal. I mean who could trust a boy who was willing to risk such sweetness.
I think this habit, addiction maybe, quieted my mind when I was a kid. Or maybe the comfort of repetition, plus the sugar, medicated my youthful anxiety away. Whatever it was, it only got worse as I got older. My mind got louder and candy didn’t seem to work when I wanted it to shut-up.
My best friend then is still my best friend now. And for years, even though the candy got more expensive, he kept trying new things and I kept watching, ready to call the candy cops any minute. It really pisses me off when I see exactly how I’m missing out and unwilling to do anything about it.
Somehow, even though my friend and I were raised together, he developed this habit of moving on while I developed an addiction to staying the same. He became comfortable with negative feedback while I did everything I could to force the positive. When life gave him a bad bar, he shrugged and smiled and kept going. But when I got one, I blamed and punished myself, never forgiving a single mistake. My life was a system of how not to fail, while my friends life, was about new experiences.
It took CrossFit to snap me out of this. Nearly six years ago I decided that someone else could have the same candy syndrome but I wanted more. Since then, I’ve messed up…a lot. But that, plus my best friend, taught me that bad candy sometimes leads to the sweetest taste.
1-Bent over row 75/115
AMRAP 9 Minutes
*Add (1) rep to each movement every round
**The bent over row should be performed pendlay or floor style, where the athlete touches the ground on ever rep, and the back remains parallel.
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