Archive for February 11th, 2018
I was born with one kidney, but that is not what this essay is about. Due to my condition however, a restriction given to me was that I could not participate in “contact” sports like football. I understand that football could damage my kidney, but I love the sport and craved the camaraderie that it provides. Then I learned of a Crossfit gym only minutes from my house.
It was not a perfect match. The average Crossfit athlete is an adult in phenomenal physical shape. That did not describe me. I was embarrassed to be the chubby high schooler, struggling to lift a 25-pound barbell, while the bearded behemoths in front were lifting 200 pounds. I was surprised and delighted, however, by their generosity — people at my gym willingly share about their struggles to help others succeed. Apparently, not everybody looked good when they started and that encouraged me.
Their guidance meant a lot to my morale. After a year of Crossfit, I noticed that my stamina improved, as had my strength. I am surprised as anyone that I now work out as much as five times a week and power clean 160 pounds with ease. Every time I leave the gym, drenched in sweat and gasping for breath, I try to hold onto that feeling of fulfillment, in case I question my desire to continue.
At the Crossfit “box,” when I am struggling to complete a lift, or make it through a tough workout, I think about advice I hear every day. Push yourself a little bit past what you think is possible. In times of doubt, I envision myself winning the Crossfit Games, despite my initial trepidations, and I trudge forward.