Stick With It4
I have this friend. When I first decided to start going to boot camp, I had asked several people. She was the only one brave enough to go with me. Looking back now, I’m not sure that we were brave. Maybe just crazy, but I digress. When I moved up and started just doing the CrossFit classes, she came with me. Even at 5:30 in the morning.
I told you she was crazy.
So we usually work out side-by-side if the space allows or if I’m not late for class. The same thing this morning. I had way more desire to stay in bed another hour than I did to go to class, but I’m glad I did. Our workout this morning was TOUGH. And when I say tough, I mean we went straight from warmups to the workout without working on skills in-between. That’s when you know it’s going to be a long workout. Aaron just stands up there with this evil little grin and tells us we have a 40-minute time cap…Thanks, Aaron.
But what it ended up we had to do was 150 wall ball throws, 150 box jumps and 150 kettlebell swings. Not all at the same time. We did a round of 50, round of 40, 30, 20 and 10. To say it wasn’t an extremely difficult workout would be lying. I don’t like lying. It sucked.
And sometimes when you get started doing this many reps of a movement, you start out at the weight prescribed for the workout because it’s usually a weight that we can do. But as you go on it gets heavier and heavier until it’s almost too much to do.
I started out with lower than prescribed because I have trouble with one of the moves. But my friend? She did the heavy weights. And a lot of times people start out with the heavy and then move down as the workout progresses. Not her. When she starts a workout at a weight, she’s going to finish it at that weight, even if that makes her go over the time limit.
That’s one of the qualities I love about her. She’ll stick with it and she’ll finish it even if everyone else around her is done. What’s great about our class in the morning is that when we do finish, everyone cheers.
And this morning as I was watching my friend battle with the 35-pound kettle bell and the 20″ box jumps and the 15-pound wall ball, I teared up a little. She’ll never give up. Even when the timer went off and she wasn’t quite done and had every reason to quit, she still finished the last few repetitions. And that’s one of the reasons I’m glad to call her my friend.
Character traits come out in the gym.
A friend that chooses the hard route and doesn’t give up?
That’s a friend I’m glad to have on my side.