Squats Are Mandatory
Puking Is Optional
During my very first CrossFit competition, I was pretty sure I was going to vomit, so my coach brought me a barf bucket in the middle of round two…just in case (because he's awesome like that). And then I was pretty sure I wasn’t going to make it through all the rounds, either because I was going to vomit or because I was going to pass out or maybe because I was going to die, any of which seemed preferable to continuing down the current path of physical torture I had chosen at the time.
But then I heard a little voice that kept me going. No, it wasn’t that little voice in my head that yells at me when my arms get tired after about fifty push-ups. And it wasn’t the voice in my head that yells at me to get my elbows to move quicker on my cleans. And it wasn’t even the voice that screams at me when my squats start to look weak.
Instead it was a voice that I have heard for about eleven years now. I have heard this voice cry and laugh and giggle, and at this particular moment, the voice was yelling as loud as it could, “Go, Mom! You can do it!”
So with sweat dripping in my eyes and with vomit threatening its way from my stomach upward, I forced myself to keep moving. Why? Because my little girl was watching me, and not only was she watching, but she was on the sideline cheering me on. Hers was the voice that stood out over all the others. It rang louder and clearer than the roar of the entire crowd, over all the voices that were cheering for their friends, relatives, and favorite competitors. Out of all of them, I could hear MY daughter.
She believed in me. She knew her mom could do it, and there was no way I was going to let her down at that moment. I would pass out on the floor before I quit.
That CrossFit competition was one of the times I knew she was watching, however, there are many other times I do things when my kids may or may not be watching. Whether or not they acknowledge it, they are aware of all the mornings I wake up at 4:50 so that I can make it to a 6:00 a.m. CrossFit class.
On more occasions that I can count, I have heard, “Are you going to CrossFit tomorrow, Mom?” And my standard answer is usually, “Yep. See you when I get home.”
They know how important this has become in my life, what a priority strength and good health need to take in all our lives.
My girls are CrossFitters, too, and I couldn’t be more proud of their strength. We’ve been through the teenage and pre-teen angst of not being able to wear the ever-popular skinny jeans because of beautifully defined leg muscles. They have learned that strength is beauty and that skinny jeans don’t make girls beautiful.
Thanks to CrossFit and a wonderful coach, my girls are learning from a young age how important it is to be healthy and strong, something I wish I had learned when I was much younger. We are learning together, and together we’ll tell everyone we can about CrossFit.