Save the date Sunday Funday August 4th at 1:30 for Nick Parra (aka Te Rex) going away party. As many of you know Nick will be leaving to pursue a job opportunity for the next year. Come out to say goodbye and have a drink! Ask your coach about all the specifics! and post your RSVP on the community FB page
I’ve met and encouraged athletes of all types and all abilities. Earlier this year I met Brian Hickman, a man with a goal that was for sure, but his path had yet to be determined. We sat and talked and I learned how he got here and where he came from… Once we had all of that on the table we decided how to achieve his goals. This is his story:
I discovered Cross Fit after two years of battling the emotionally fatal “IM2” virus: IM2 fat, lazy, stupid, busy, weak, old, tired, confused, sad, angry, poor, whatever to move forward. It doesn’t matter which word you pick (hell, pick a bunch. I know I did.), feeling stuck sucks. I just didn’t know what to do about it.
Then I walked thru the doors of CrossFit Reality.
The music was so loud my bones rattled. The whiteboard said “Profanity Encouraged”
(YES!). A dog was running around. People were doing weird things: swinging, yelling, writing on the floor. What was this strange circus I had stumbled into and how could I get a ticket? It looked like the best possible party you could ever be invited to! Or maybe I just dreamed all that, because I swear I blacked out at some point during my first work out. Either way, I was hooked.
Since then, I’ve thrusted, burpeed and box jumped my way out of my IM2 chaos. I am addicted to having my mind blown as only Cross Fit can do: one day you’ve got your groove on and you’re on top of the world…the next day all bets are off and it looks like you just learned how to walk! I like to amuse myself with random stuff that pops into my head like: “Pain is never permanent”, or “Looks like I picked the wrong week to stop sniffing glue!” It makes me laugh. And, really, what isn’t there to laugh about? I’m a 45 year-old vegetarian listening to death metal at full volume and screaming profanities while throwing a 20-pound ball against the wall 150 times in a row. If that shit isn’t funny, what is?
My motto is “Better Than Yesterday”. It’s all I really require of myself. Last week, I had a 1RM PR on Thrusters of 115. Was Rich Froning quaking in his boots at my accomplishment? Nope. But three months ago when I did thrusters, my 1RM was a 45-pound bar. So there is always hope. My goal is to turn 50 with the body I never had when I was 25.
Cross Fit has picked me up, dusted me off, inspired me, turned me inside out, slapped me on the ass and sent me back out to take on the world a whole lot taller and stronger than before. I am very grateful to the coaches and my fellow Cross Fit friends for inviting me to slug it out along side them. You all inspire my journey and keep me coming back for more.
Better Than Yesterday? Hell yes.