Standards Aren't Made To Be Broken

[This blog started as my outlet, so here's my food for thought for those who may read this without me posting it up on social media] 

Today I did something I haven't done before, I performed an Open WOD a second time.

Every week I go into the Open workout with one thing in mind, go all out because I don't want to have to do this again. This week, however, was different. Five minutes into the 7 minute workout my coach comes over and says, "What you're doing is a no rep." It was like a Mac truck just slammed into me and I starting thinking back trying to remember how many did I do that shouldn't have counted? Crap. Should I still be working on the first set of 3?

I heard TIME called and I didn't even care what my score was. I knew immediately that I would be doing it again.

I spent 10 years of my life being a gymnast. My body is programmed to have straight legs and pointed toes. My body also knows movements like kips and handstands, which until now worked in my favor. But like with anything in life, there are standards in Crossfit. And it is my coaches and my judges responsibility to tell me when I'm not meeting those standards. And for that I say thank you and also dang it! Because what I was doing was too much gymnastics and not enough Crossfit. So I practiced, got some incredible advice from wonderful people, and prepared for round 2.

It wasn't about the reps, I'm not going to Regionals. It was the simple fact that I wanted to know I earned every rep the way it was intended. If that meant 10 or 20 reps shorter than Friday, I'd swallow that pill. Buuut that being said, when I stepped up to the bar Sunday morning, every bit of me wanted to at least match Friday's score.

One after another I singled my way through. Hearing cues from my coaches. Having a great judge reminding me it's one at a time and to take a beat between. And when I heard time and looked at Evan's face, I knew I'd done it. Then he smiled and said you just haaad to beat me huh?

I did 1 rep better than Friday.

I'm banged up, ripped up, and my bar ups still need work. But when I submit my score I'll have the peace of mind knowing I earned it. And that is all I needed.