A little over a week ago I asked the members why they CrossFit. Some of you responded through the blog and others responded with me face to face. A lot of the responses were very personal. I always envisioned this blog to solely focus on the gym, and not specifically on me. One of my pet peeves is seeing a blog from a trainer, and having it be all about how amazing they are rather than them trying to make you better. But after hearing some of the personal accounts of why people CrossFit, I figured I’d give you my own.
I grew up very close to my father. My father was the kind of guy people wanted to be around. He always made time for people and always listened to people no matter what the issue was. My father was diagnosed with Muscular Dystrophy when I was very young. While I grew up, he slowly declined as his muscles gradually grew weaker and weaker. Even as this disease destroyed his body he continued to go to the gym, go to work, work on the house, and spend time with his family. I remember going to Tom Young’s with him, and even as a little boy lifting more weights than him. He never let his ego get the best of him. He would tell me good job. He would ignore all the “meatheads or natural athletes” as they gave him looks or told him that he needed to use more weight to get stronger. He went to all of my games and did his best to teach me how to play sports and how to lift properly. To this day I remember him telling me two things in relation to sports: One was simple motivation, “Push it Mijo (son)”, the other was personal, “You are my legs, I might not ever be able to run again, but you can. You are my legs”.
My Dad passed from complications of Muscular Dystrophy while I was halfway through my rookie year at the Fire Department. I saw how frustrating it was for him to not be able to run, or walk, or drive, or hold his cell phone, or eat. I also saw just how much he was able to accomplish despite his lack of physical strength, because of his willpower. When I was little, I worked out and played sports because I truly believed that I was his legs. If he couldn’t do it then I would do it for him. Now as I’m older and slower I still do a lot of this because of him. To me, CrossFit is the best form of physical expression. I can do gymnastics, run, lift, throw and move my body through a multitude of tasks at a high intensity. I enjoy pushing myself in workouts because quite simply I can. Because I am healthy and able to do so. As long as I am healthy I want to see how good I can be. Not how good I am compared to others. When I was younger seeing how I measured up against others was very important, but now I’m more interested in pushing my own personal limits and seeing if I could be a better me.
I do not CrossFit to make it to Regionals or to the Games. Don’t get me wrong, if that were to happen it would be a very happy day, but thats not the goal. I am still competitive and I still love to go to a CrossFit competition and compete, but what I truly enjoy is the training. The hard days, where your legs and lungs are burning and you’re fighting with yourself to just keep going. The training days where you and those around you are feeding off of each others energy and killing PR’s! At the end of the day I could care less who beat me at a workout (unless it’s Jeremy Hale, it kills me when he beats me). What really matters to me is the physical expression of it all. Getting my body to do the things that others might not have the opportunity to do. I still hear those two things during some of my workouts. I tell myself “Push it” when I start to get tired and on a hard run I still hear “You are my legs”.
4×3 Front Squats (5 second pause at the bottom)
rest 1 minute
Squat Clean and Jerk (135/95)