Today, I bombed 24.2.
I'm not saying this to be dramatic. Or to throw a pity party. Or ask for sympathy or even cheers trying to assure me otherwise.
No, I'm not even upset.
I am not proficient in 2 out of the 3 exercises and I scored poorly. Rightfully so.
While I hold myself to a certain standard when performing ANYTHING--inside the walls of a gym, outside on a trail or within the arena of a competition--I am totally ok with my result today. And here's why:
1. It's my own fault. When it comes to double unders, I avoid the work 100% of the time. Because they're frustrating, I act like a brat and just don't do them when a workout calls for them. Granted, they're uncomfortable bc I'm a woman who's has kids, but I rely on that crutch way too much. I cannot expect to be stellar with that approach. And I know that.
2. Saying all that, I cleared 177 double-unders today. I've done like 55 in my life. So that made me happy.
3. I learned. Three very experienced, high-performing athletes were in my ear guiding me today and their tips and cues for 20 painful mins were invaluable. I latch on to every piece of knowledge those ladies have to offer.
4. I have new goals. After today, I plan to pick up that jump rope every day for 10 mins to practice. And I know at some point, it'll click and this will merely be a "remember that time I bombed that workout bc of this?" moment.
5. You cannot fail when you have a community backing you up. THIS IS THE MAIN REASON I DO ANY OF IT. Whether it's Strongman, CrossFit, or even just a squat day in the gym, you do nothing but win when other people rally w/ excitement bc of you. There is absolutely no other feeling like it in the world.
Today's Crossfit Open 24.2 workout was a 20 min AMRAP of a 300m row, 10 deadlifts at 125# and 50 double-unders.
My row could be more efficient, my deadlifts were good, my dubs took probably close to 500 jumps of single/double to get 177.
I just about got 4 rounds w/ 337 reps. That's pretty low. But I've taken my ego out of the game a long time ago.
It's a win or a lesson on how to win next time.
I am thankful for my body, this life, my community and the continuous notion that I belong to something bigger than me.
Onto 24.3.