Somewhere down the line, while defending our passions, we begin to see targets not people. The simple fact that opposition exists is enough to enrage the calm demeanor right out of us. Passion is a blessing until we use it as a platform for bad behavior.
She was bouncing around like a kid that knows something their parents don’t, talking faster than normal and smiling a lot. Her excitement was contagious, it made me happy for her.
As she went on celebrating, I wanted her to know that I was proud of her, and that I thought she did very well, but I also wanted to seep reality into the equation. I think my job is equally motivator and killjoy. Someone has to be able to say good job, and someone has to be able to say “there’s still more to do,” no matter how uncomfortable it makes them.
That’s when I got all screwed up. We both love CrossFit and we both agree on what quality CrossFit is. We just wren’t exactly eye to eye on bad CrossFit.
She became the opposition to my passion. I lost sight of her, and saw only my opinion. A way of thinking that was different than mine. Instead of a simple explanation of my beliefs, I though it best to destroy hers.
When I think of it like that, attacking her just because she was different, it makes me sick.
I want CrossFit for everybody just like I want Christianity for everyone. What’s odd is that when it comes to God, I am forgiving and understanding. But when it comes to CrossFit, I’m more like that Silver-back at the zoo who looks totally cool until you mess with his baby, then it’s all poop throwing and teeth showing.
Does that mean I care more for CrossFit than God? No. I’ve known God longer. I’ve learned that anger spawns hatred, not conversion.
For fifteen cold minutes that could have frozen hell itself, she stood there and dead stared a gorilla who is rightfully passionate about his profession, but childish about how he defends it. My desire to help someone wasn’t wrong, my application was.
If she didn’t stand there though, I wouldn’t have learned how important friends are. I wouldn’t have understood that sometimes the best friends let you punch them until your so tired you can actually see the the truth for yourself. All that passion, no matter how perfect, is worthless if you have to threaten someone with it.
AMRAP 7 Minutes
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