Wednesday, February 22, 2012
Ashes & Aspirations
It's Ash Wednesday. Coincidentally, it is also the beginning of the crossfit open.
The Open kicks off the Games Season, and the test of my training.
Ash Wednesday ushers us into Lent, and the 40 day journey to strip away the unnecessary and unhelpful.
It's pretty cool actually that they arrive at the same time.
Lent means "spring time" literally. It's a time for new growth, new life, but spring is always preceded by the starkness of winter.
*because since when have crossfitting Christians eaten bread?
Only the top 60 each of men and women will go onto the regional competition.
Last year I was 89th.
But it didn't matter last year, because I got to go as part of a team onto the next level.
But it didn't matter last year, because I had never competed EVER and had no idea where I would fall
...so as absolutely emotionally bananas as I was... I didn't have a reference point.
This year there are twice as many people participating and at least half are likely to have been training as hard as I have this year.... or harder. That pretty much translates into I have to have improved more than 60% since last year to reach my goal.
I just crunch numbers. Not so good at knowing if they actually mean what I think they mean :)
We wear ashes on our foreheads today to remember what happened to the human race with sin...
"Remember you are dust and to dust you shall return"
It's humbling. This isn't what we were created for, but there's such a beauty and a simplicity in wearing it.
It says, "I know you are bigger than me, God. I know on my own I go off all kinds of crazy ways.
Everything in this world will end in ash and dust.
But I know if I trust in You and walk with You through this desert.
I will be with You.
In the end there will be life."
I discipline my body daily. I train diligently. I eat mindfully.
When I'm not in the gym, I seek chiropractic adjustments, pilates for strength and alignment, massage for release and recovery, mobility, contrast showers, ice, stretching, compression, and SLEEP.
please more sleep!
And still it too often feels like its not enough. I'm not making the progress I want at the pace I think I need.
Southern California is pretty undebatably the toughest region for women.
I don't even have hand stand pushups or muscle ups yet.
My propensity to freak out is great.
But... Seeing so many people compete in the open, so many just giving it a go,