Summer morning CrossFit classes in my hood are notorious for crew shifts. Vacationing teachers, students, and corporate types working summer hours show up as the morning unfolds to mix it up with us daytime regulars.
One recent hump day, I walked into our gym to find a swarm of angels.
Strong, confident, tenacious, fit; nothing stops these ladies. Not age. Not kids. Not career. Not cancer. Nothing. When the tough get going, they step on the gas and when the weights get heavy; these gals find a way to lift them. They consistently lap my veteran CrossFit ass, leaving me to wallow in their well-sculpted sweat angels.
They are women who, when asked what they did they did before CrossFit rattle off a lifetime of athletic achievements: college soccer, lacrosse, tennis, and volleyball, gymnast, kayaker, marathoner and trainer.
I adore the Angels.
A salt of the earth group, they play musical chairs in a rainstorm, foster and rescue neglected animals, offer unsolicited hugs for all sorts and no particular reason, and embrace known entities as well as new faces with respect, genuine interest and open arms.
But when a gaggle of them showed for class the same hour, my hour; I felt compelled to back squat with the dust bunnies.
A gritty, tough cookie born with athletic tendencies, perhaps; but an athlete I am not. I stopped wearing any semblance of that hat just shy of thirteen when I traded it and organized sports in for a drama beret, a couple of mock trial caps, and my model student beanie.
It wasn’t until drinking the CrossFit Kool-Aid two years ago that the notion of being fit enough in my lifetime to be called athlete crossed my mind. However, after consistent discomfort, fortunately and often surprisingly I am thrilled to share that I’m able to tackle most tests thrown my way.
Still, anytime Coach Herc or BE calls out, “Look at these great athletes getting it done!” I can’t help but half smirk, cock my head, and scan the room because I can’t imagine they are talking about me.
Because fitness level isn’t enough. The Angels know this. What they own is the ability to stay mentally tough when presented with a physical challenge; a nurtured skill from a young age.
This combination is new for me and I have some catching up to do.
But I’m learning. Learning to…
Coach BE used to stare me down regularly and say, “Relax Red, relax.” He was right. Excess tension wastes energy and I need all the fuel I can get. Now this two syllable mantra helps me scale hills, get under a clean, and go back for more burpees.
Stay in the moment
During a workout, the same coach stood next to me and said nothing. His presence, a quiet push, encouraged the kettlebell to keep swinging and me to focus only on that task. With life darting about, staying in the zone is no easy feat but doing it transforms the unbearable into manageable.
Make a plan, set a pace
My husband, a fellow CrossFitter laughs when I strategize the scheduled workout a day in advance and classmates love to comment on my marked up whiteboard. Mock they may, but a plan offsets anxiety and marginalizes intimidation. Pace preserves gas and rationalizes the agony.
Dig and push
When the dark side creeps in and the Angels are on the verge of breaking, they dig deep, shift gears, and turn up the performance. Experience tells them what their bodies can handle and they go for it. It’s an admirable sight.
Keep it real
Beating myself up and inflicting unnecessary pressure to perform or eat a certain way drains the psyche and limits my ability to grow. Witnessing Coach Herc’s tabletop foil wrapper glacier as evidence of a devoured bag of Hershey kisses and watching him take time to heal an injury are wonderful reminders that life is a balance and athletes are human.
As the summer winds down and the Angels rejoin their respective crews, I’ll once again be left alone with my WOD notebook, aspirations, and will to learn. But thanks to these ladies and our coaches, the next time someone yells something about a group of athletes; I’ll be peeling my ears for that ringing bell and peeking over my shoulder,
because this angel is sprouting wings.