Stop Being A Whiney Bitch

Saturday I went to CFGR for our bi-weekly group WOD.  These are generally pretty fun.  We team up (duh, "group" WOD) and tackle a workout which usually has us breaking a sweat but allows for some good ol' fashion teamwork mixed with a slight helping of competition.  I love Saturday WODS because, to me, it's generally an easier workout than we get during the week, focusing on basics like pushups and situps.  Sometimes, it's even followed by group breakfast.....except, well, lately.  Anyway, this Saturday's WOD was as follows:

100-80-60-40-20

Wall balls
Box jumps
Kettle Bell Swings

Now that's a fuckload of reps but when nine people showed up and I started mentally dividing us into groups of 3 and it didn't seem so bad.  Let's do this!

Except......Sam told us we weren't doing it in groups of 3.  Nope....we paired off.  Like, in two.  Now you may look at that workout and think it doesn't sound so bad in pairs.  Well fuck off....it was.  YOU try doing doing 300 reps of walls balls, box jumps, and kettle bell swings in groups of 2 without a break and then tell me how you feel.

Ok, so at this point you're likely wondering why I titled this blog "Stop Being A Whiney Bitch."  It's because I admit that sometimes I can be a whiney bitch.  I have a horrible little habit of telling Sam "I can't."  I can't do double unders.  I can't do ring dips. I can't I can't I can't.  The number one culprit?? Box jumps.

                                    I hate this unassuming motherfucking piece of wood

Ladies and gentleman...meet my nemesis.  Box jumps require the most basic of skill.  You stand. You jump. You land.  Lather, rinse, repeat.  Except.......no.  It doesn't work like that for me.  I stand.  I look. I step backward. I look again. I tilt my head to the side as if the box is composed of some formula requiring the use of quantum physics and fucking unicorn dust to solve.  I step up again. I take a deep breath. I attempt to jump. I stop midway through. I hit the wall. I swear because my hand hurts.  I kick the box. I swear because my foot hurts. I try again.  I have another brain block. I look at Sam. He looks at me.  I attempt to walk out of the gym. He points to the pussy box.  I jump on it and get pissed that I have to modify such a stupid simple exercise.  And, voila, I become a whiney bitch.

For one year, I have whined because of that hunk of wood.  I can jump it, then I can't jump it.  I can jump it during warmup, then I can't during the WOD.  It's more frustrating than not being able to do a muscle up (what??? Muscle up??? Yeah I'll focus on those in like...three years).  It's frustrating because I know that I don't lack the technical ability or strength to do it.  It's all mental.  It's mind over matter, brain over body.  It's turning off your head and just doing it.  And I struggle. And I whine.  And that's just not an attractive trait. But I do it anyway. See what box jumps do to me???

As some of you may know, I'm stubborn as a mule.  I am harder on myself than any one of you could ever be.  I hate looking stupid or weak or unable to do something.  This is my biggest struggle with CrossFit.  I can't get over my inability to just accept my shortcomings. I want to be good at everything. I want to do the WOD the fastest, lift the most weight,  finish first.  When that doesn't happen, I get pissed and think that everyone is looking at me or judging me.  Sad fact - I need to get over myself because no one gives a fuck what I'm doing.  They are too busy worrying about what THEY are doing.  

Wait, what? I'm not????

So back to Saturday.  Box jumps.  Michele v. The Big Girl Box.  I started the WOD. I jumped. I landed. I jumped again. I landed.  I turned off my brain. I landed.  Rep after rep after rep. I jumped, I landed.  Once, during the 40 round, I missed.  I took a step back.  I looked at Amanda. I closed my eyes and I jumped again.  And I landed.  By the end of the WOD I did nearly 150 box jumps without once modifying or whining or saying "I can't."  I just did.  And I learned that every time you're a whiney bitch, you will inevitably have to eat your words because you will.  And then you just look like an ass.   This has happened with almost every exercise that I have told Sam I would never be able to do.  And I really hate when Sam is right.

So I'm going to stop being a whiney bitch because as long as I keep coming to class, I know that the things that I struggle with will always become easier.  And then Sam will be right and I will be wrong and frankly, that just should never happen, like, ever.