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One of the advantages of being a recovered alcoholic is that I know what I am capable of doing and not doing. I know the lengths to which I will go to get something I want.zzzzwork-in-progress

For example, I know I am capable of guzzling a couple of six packs, crawling up on a bar and making a complete ass of myself. I know I will hide my bottles at the bottom of the recycle bin so no one – not even the garbage guys – know how much I drink (as if they really care!)

I also know I was not capable of stopping drinking on my own. I had to get to a really bad place before I was willing to admit I was powerless and surrender.

What does any of this have to do with Crossfit? Well, a new rule was imposed at my box that has upset some folks: No more side WODS. We had an area where athletes were allowed to do their own workouts, usually involving practicing heavy lifts or doing their own, more challenging WODS.

At first, it was just one or two athletes off to the side, quietly doing their own thing. Then it grew into a clique of more elite athletes who spent a lot of time hanging out, chatting and disrupting the coaches’ efforts to instruct athletes doing the main WOD. There was also the issue of space and the side WODers were taking up space that should be used when classes are large and it is crowded.

This has upset some folks. Even though there are plenty of open gym hours for them to come in and train and one coach has even promised to open them gym whenever they want to train, they are still unhappy. “I work,” “I’m in school,” “What a pain in the ass.”

And my reply is: You want it bad enough, you will suck it up and make it happen. Just as an alcoholic or addict will go to any length to get their drink or drug, you must be willing to do the same with your training. You must suck it up, reach down in your soul and find the kind of determination you did not know you possessed.

Now, I am not saying you need to become an addict to achieve your goals – although I do see some of that at the box. What I am saying is you need that kind of drive and determination. Being a top-level competitive athlete means sacrifice. I know. My little brother was the fastest high school swimmer in the United States in 1980 and he didn’t get there by whining about waking up at 5 am or training when it wasn’t convenient for him.grasshopper

You suit up, show up, shut up and do the work. Period. Pain in the ass? Yes. Inconvenient? Yes. But here’s the deal coming from someone who’s been working her ass off for 54+ years: Life ain’t always pretty or convenient. You aren’t entitled to anything.

You gotta work for it, grasshopper.

My friend Dominic now has blonde hair. Not the kind of blonde hair you see on the surfers here in south Florida, but more like Britney Spears OD’d on Nice & Easy. A week ago Dom had brown hair and a beard.

Dom's weigh in with Coach Matt

Dom’s weigh in with Coach Matt

With the brown hair, beard and blue eyes he kinda sorta used to look like the Jesus you see in the little magazines the Jehovah Witnesses leave at your door even though you have told them 1,000,000 times – politely – that you don’t want them to leave the little magazines at your door and your dog has backed you up with some baritone growling.

Dom’s friend Jesse now has a mohawk. A week ago he had a ginger mane down to his shoulders.

These guys are both great athletes and friends and they train together at CFCP, where we all work out most mornings. I don’t know how this epic throw-down came to be but it ended with Dom in the parking lot with a box of Nice & Easy being applied to his head.

Jessie's weigh-in

Jesse’s weigh-in

Matt, our coach, devised the WODs while in one of his Dr. No moods: WOD 1: 200 meter prowler @230#. (That’s not a typo. 230#.)  WOD 2: 3RFT – 16 KBS 44#, 25 situps and 10 over-the-box jumps 24″.

Just in case you think these WODs don’t  look too bad, let me add that they did these WODs on one of our warmer days here in South Florida, with a triple-digit heat and humidity index. Nice touch!

I’m standing around yucking it up with Dom and Jesse’s 20-something-year-old friends thinking, this beats the hell out of book club – which is what a lot of women my age do for fun.

And the winner is...

And the winner is…

I’m not going to bore you with details but no one was hurt – although I did see Dom’s eyes roll back in his head at one point. And we had one of those “MAN DOWN!” moments after Jesse finished his prowler. However, no one barfed or started twitching, which was nice.

Jesse won and we immediately moved on to the after-party in the parking lot with the Nice & Easy. A good time was had by all, except Dom, who looked really pathetic. (No offense, Dom. I love you like a son, kinda).

Winners!

Winners!

The best part of the entire event came the next day, when “Blonde Dom” and Jesse walked into the box together. As an apparent show of solidarity, Jessie cut his hair and got a mohawk. Love these guys.

You see, that’s Crossfit. We compete against the clock and each other but more important, we support each other. I love that.

There is allegedly another Dom v Jesse throw-down being discussed. I’m not sure what the loser must endure but there is a tattoo studio just down the block…

UPDATE!

I ran into Dom after I wrote this. He spent $90 to get his hair dyed brown – although it has a fair amount of red in it. Jesse, the victor, still has the mohawk.

I swam competitively as a kid and I loved going to meets. You swim an event, then you goof off with your teammates for an hour or until your next event. Your friends and family show up to cheer everyone on. You swim your last event, go out and stuff your face and go home and sleep like a baby.

Forty-plus years later CFCP Peeps I’m doing the same thing when I go to a Crossfit competition. Maybe that’s why I like competing so much.

Yesterday was Clash of the Fittest – a 4-member team throw-down. I didn’t know my other three teammates. They were from another box and I was just a substitute for a masters woman who couldn’t make it.

Wonderful folks and we kicked ass. We didn’t podium but I had a blast.

My box, Crossfit Cityplace had two teams – 8 athletes besides myself – and a small, mostly sober army of supporters. Unlike 40-plus years ago, when you licked your finger in stuck it in a box of jello for extra energy, we now use all kinds of weird powders, gels and ritualistic meals before competing.

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