I was in the box, the rubber floor leaving little black flecks on my sweaty skin every time I
fell to the floor lowered myself from push-up position, and wondered how many reps Rob said we had to do. I couldn’t see the white board because 1) I was face down on the ground and 2) I wasn’t wearing my glasses anyway (and the board gets fuzzier the further away I am).
Push-ups are never easy for me, but they don’t seem quite easy for anybody.
Have you ever seen anyone smile while doing push-ups?
I didn’t think so. The only people who smile while doing push-ups are either selling something OR they are actually grimacing.
The first three reps were okay, meaning no innocent-bystanders would think I was having a seizure; but then reps four and five became significantly harder. By rep six I felt as if I had a lead weight on my back, and by rep seven I wondered how many more I had to do before I could justifiably lay on the floor panting.
That’s when I heard the alarm on my phone, its soothing chime resounding over the scuffling shoes and raspy hyperventilation.
I wondered why on earth I was SO tired, when I can usually do ten wobbly push-ups before collapsing.
Somewhere before push-up number eight, I woke up.
…and it all had been but a dream…
…and I was SO THANKFUL that I didn’t have to do another rep!
This is the first time I’ve actually dreamt of Crossfit, and I feel it’s a threshold of sorts. My son and I joined eight months ago, and while I’m still not as strong or agile as I’d like to be, I can see improvement. For example, I CAN do a real push-up now, whereas in the beginning, I could only quiver in plank position. I can also do Turkish Getups, which literally made me trip on my own feet back in January. I also recently did one ‘sort-of’ pull-up, which if nothing else, gave me hope.
Crossfit is more than a way to relive stress: it is a venue for practicing self-discipline and dedication, two of my weak areas. When I train at home, I can get distracted by things, like wild bunnies or manure trucks; or because nobody’s looking, I don’t push myself; so being in proximity to other people helps me focus.
God made us social beings, and though I can’t exactly explain it, there’s just something about working through a difficult task with other people that gives you a feeling of accomplishment and inspires you to come back. It doesn’t matter if you’re the weakest, slowest person with the wobbliest push-ups–you are still part of the team.
It is an idea I want to apply to other areas of my life.
If you see Crossfit as a temple where you can worship yourself, then you are missing something.
I see Crossfit as a place where I can strengthen the things God has given me, both the tangible and the intangible–and it has very little to do with push-ups.