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I knew I shouldn’t have entered the Open this year.
And no, not because I’m peeved with the Bait and Switch tactics of Scaled 15.1 and 15.2 (seriously CrossFit, keep my $20 and use it to build a functioning Games website, OK?).
It’s because before the Open, I was at peace with my place in the CrossFit world. It has taken two years of succeeding, failing, comparing, competing, almost quitting, and always coming back, to eventually reach the point where I am content to be a plodder. I have accepted what I am prepared to give to CrossFit and can set goals that push me, slowly and gently — a rate of progress that allows for balance in my life.
But, oh! when I saw 15.1 I couldn’t help but sign up. The fun! The camaraderie! I was overwhelmed with a desire to be a part of the Open action again.
Within a week, a long-dormant spirit of rivalry began to take hold in my head. It started off harmless enough – let’s see if I can catch X, stay ahead of Y – but as it became clear that I wasn’t going to match the output of those around me, this imagined competition transitioned into something much more malignant.
Before the Open, I was happy to finally be completing some push-ups on my toes, but now I only see my friends who can do more, better.
Before the Open, I was content to work on my mobility and form, but now I am cheesed off when others move more weight with seeming ease.
Before the Open, I told myself that whilst I’m not fast, I’m here and I’m moving. Now I’m just not fast enough.
Now I look at my friends’ scores with resentment and my own with scorn.
The challenge that is left is to rediscover my strengths and use them to bring back my joy in the Open.
It’s not that I want anyone to put in a bad performance — on the contrary, I wish everyone nothing less than their own version of fabulous. It’s just that sometimes I really really wish I was more fabulous, and that sparkle in my eye when I smile has taken on a sharp glint of envy.
Facing up to my own pettiness and jealousy is humbling. Deliberately chipping away at my self-esteem through comparison and complaint is hurtful. The challenge that is left is to rediscover my strengths and use them to bring back my joy in the Open.
I’ve got three more weeks, and so long as the bloody website lets me put in my scores, I might just make it.
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Try to contribute 1$. Every dollar counts.
https://life.indiegogo.com/fundraisers/help-abhijit-finish-his-graduate-s/x/8091445
I knew I shouldn’t have entered the Open this year.
And no, not because I’m peeved with the Bait and Switch tactics of Scaled 15.1 and 15.2 (seriously CrossFit, keep my $20 and use it to build a functioning Games website, OK?).
It’s because before the Open, I was at peace with my place in the CrossFit world. It has taken two years of succeeding, failing, comparing, competing, almost quitting, and always coming back, to eventually reach the point where I am content to be a plodder. I have accepted what I am prepared to give to CrossFit and can set goals that push me, slowly and gently — a rate of progress that allows for balance in my life.
But, oh! when I saw 15.1 I couldn’t help but sign up. The fun! The camaraderie! I was overwhelmed with a desire to be a part of the Open action again.
Within a week, a long-dormant spirit of rivalry began to take hold in my head. It started off harmless enough – let’s see if I can catch X, stay ahead of Y – but as it became clear that I wasn’t going to match the output of those around me, this imagined competition transitioned into something much more malignant.
Before the Open, I was happy to finally be completing some push-ups on my toes, but now I only see my friends who can do more, better.
Before the Open, I was content to work on my mobility and form, but now I am cheesed off when others move more weight with seeming ease.
Before the Open, I told myself that whilst I’m not fast, I’m here and I’m moving. Now I’m just not fast enough.
Now I look at my friends’ scores with resentment and my own with scorn.
The challenge that is left is to rediscover my strengths and use them to bring back my joy in the Open.
It’s not that I want anyone to put in a bad performance — on the contrary, I wish everyone nothing less than their own version of fabulous. It’s just that sometimes I really really wish I was more fabulous, and that sparkle in my eye when I smile has taken on a sharp glint of envy.
Facing up to my own pettiness and jealousy is humbling. Deliberately chipping away at my self-esteem through comparison and complaint is hurtful. The challenge that is left is to rediscover my strengths and use them to bring back my joy in the Open.
I’ve got three more weeks, and so long as the bloody website lets me put in my scores, I might just make it.
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