I'll be transparent here, I'm a very silently competitive person. I don't boast constantly about how hard I'm planning on crushing the spirits of those who come against me. I don't obnoxiously shout about how hard you're going down. I do however, turn the sense of competition back on myself. Everyday in my box we post scores on the whiteboard at the front of the class. Everyday I see who hit the highest on a WOD (minding the fact that there's a blended smoothie of RX, RX plus and scaled).
All I know is outwardly, I compete with myself and inwardly I want to be seen as one of the greatest. Yet, I find it humbling.
Yesterday I began my WOD pushing through a mini warm up with sprints, pull-ups, pushups and squats, ending on grabbing a barbell and hitting my clean/jerk combos. I wasn't paying attention to surroundings all to well. This woman, who mind you I see periodically, wanted to set up her bar nearest mine.
I'm standing there stretching, in my own world assuring myself I can do this for me. I've been sore all week but I can do this.
"You're my inspiration."
I heard her before I saw her watching me lift. That's the thing about crossfit, or really anything that stretches your willpower to new heights-people notice. They see the you gasping for air, but still running strong. They see you pulling and pushing weight heavier than you mentally think you can do.
I remember when I started, and even still, I'm that girl that will tell you if you inspire me and how I hope that I can one day be as great or lift as heavy as you. I'm still a work in progress and I know it. I probably always will be.
I do crossfit for me. One life changing epiphany though, I do crossfire for others too. It's a weird concept in itself, but to have one person see me try as hard as I can and that make them try harder is exactly why I do it.
God gave me one body to use, to make healthy and to try my hardest with. I never knew in giving me a love for a sport that He would be preparing it as a ministry.
I only run, lift, swim, or do what He allows me to. My strengths not my own, but fully His. So when someone says I inspire them, well I instantly get emotional because oh my gosh it's me, but I thank God He gave me the strength that He has.
