So I’ve been a little MIA…my sincerest apologies. I think the July 4th holiday just really made me a bit lazy and selfish.
This post is actually a post (with slight edits) that I did for my box (CrossFit Gym) earlier this month, and honestly I’ve gotten lots of compliments from box mates; even those that I never met (different workout schedules). Don’t ask me why I didn’t post it here first…I think I had momentary brain freeze. I apologize for the lapse.
It was the length of the rope of “hero beads” that first struck me and made my throat squeeze shut and my eyes start to water ever so slightly. Don’t believe me? See this video right here: “I Need to Finish This”. The first 30 seconds are more than enough. Call me soft, but seeing such a long string of beads – each one representing blood transfusions or operations or pain of some sort – with loop after loop after loop telling the story of Kate Foster and her battle with Leukemia struck me as mightily unfair. No one should have to deal with that and especially not a kid; but she did, she does and there’s the possibility that she will.
Here I am thinking my 4th of July holiday weekend will be full of some libations (#tequilaispaleo), burgers, movies and catching up on sleep. Instead, moved by a video of a little girl with more moxie at 12/13 than I’ve got at 30-something, I chose to do something more than layabout in the AC on a hot summer day. I chose to participate in Mid Atlantic CrossFit Affiliates for Hope on the National Mall; what’s more is that I got to do it with some of my fave local Crossfitters.
My box came out and we showed other affiliates what we could do; we made some new friends and sympathized with each other - Crossfitter to Crossfitter- over the pain we were about to endure. All in the name of charity. #gottalovethekids
All participants in Mid-Atlantic Affiliates CrossFit for Hope had to raise at least $30 for CrossFit for Hope benefiting St. Jude Children’s Hospital via hope.crossfit.com. Feel free to add a few bucks if you can!
Anywho, on deck:
3 Rounds (17 long minutes)
- 75/55 pound Power snatch (Natch, I went Rx…smh)
- Box jump, 24/20 box
- 75/55 pound Thruster (Again, I chose Rx…smh)
- Chest to bar Pull-ups
- 1 minute/station with a 1 minute rest between rounds
So LET me tell you about July 6th. It was Saturday and it was hot as hell. Like roaring-flickering-fires-of-Hades-hot, complete with little burning embers raining down on your back, face and forehead in the form of pretty, yet unrelentingly harsh sunlight. Cue the sunburn, aloe and unforgiving tan marks; and that was at 8:30 in the morning!!!
Sidebar: I did however get to meet one of my faves! @elizabethakinwale Ahhhhhhh!!! #whenigrowup #justlikeher)
My Rx’d heat was at 9:30; just consider how much hotter it was an hour later. No, really. Think about it…..you just broke out in sweat didn’t you? I know you did…but I digress.
At 97 some-odd degrees, when they counted down “3-2-1” for my heat I went for the gusto; or at least whatever I had left in the tank after two days off from metcons and a double-fudge chocolate cupcake from Crumbs Bake Shop [read: huuuuuuge] the day before.
I actually managed, by the grace of God and via yells of various box mates to “keep going” & “everyone else is hot too”, to eke out 151 reps and not pass out from the internal combustion that I felt welling up in my lungs, on my skin; even on my freaking hair follicles.
I was hot. Like really, really hot; uncomfortable, sweaty, dirty, smelly, hungry and tired. Sweat was EVERYWHERE and I so was not on my #prettygirlswag. I went through 17 minutes of great thrusters/burpees, slow box jumps, ehhhhh snatches and really bad Chest to Bars (it sucks being short sometimes) and got a tan line from my headband as a lovely souvenir for the day. And I forgot to pick up my free t-shirt!!!! #sheesh
But here’s the thing: my feeling of discomfort lasted 17 minutes and my “distress” went away after some water, shade, food and a 3-hour nap. Kate Foster’s discomfort from amputation, surgeries and chemicals being pumped into her system has forever altered her life; and yet she showed up, went hard and put it all out there in the WOD.
Kate Foster – hell, kids in general – simply slays me. I’m beyond impressed and humbled by the fact that she just wants to WOD, contribute to the community and focus on something bigger than herself. She has had plenty to fear and yet continues to be fearless; moving forward and living…fully. That’s something that most adults have yet to grasp.
CrossFit Hope for Cures is one small part of the community bonds we create as we raise money for a good cause, commiserate over WODs and recognize that we have little-to-nothing to complain about when compared to others.The heat, the WOD, the distress that we all briefly felt on Saturday was nothing; the fortitude and drive of donors/participants; the memories and the connections that were forged pre, during, and post-WOD: everything.
Next time come and be a part of that “everything”. Come out and WOD. Contribute to the Community. Focus on something bigger than yourself.
You won’t regret it. Kate didn’t.