Have you ever wondered what it’s like to walk in my shoes? I’ve taught and I trained, I’ve led and I’ve followed, I’ve cried and I’ve cheered. I’ve made good and bad decisions. I’ve laid awake in bed planning this days Saturday Suck. I’ve wondered if it’s time to buy new equipment and struggled to find the resources to do just that. But most often, I stand in awe of all of you.
“Lead from the front” they say. It’s more like you guys drag me behind you. You are a force, an energy. A drug with a profound pull. You are kids with kipping pull-ups and grandma’s who clean and jerk. You can’t feel one side of your body. You are awesome.
Sure, it’s one thing to write a workout up on the white board. It’s another to demonstrate and explain proper technique and the rationale behind it. Enforcing it with tact and humor is a completely different beast. But you guys indulge me and let me do it. And through it all, you get fitter, you get stronger, you get leaner, and you get further out in front of me.
Neither Kurtis nor I desire to be the best, fastest, strongest or fittest in the gym. It would reflect poorly on our abilities as CrossFit trainers if we were simply able to perform but not impart the tools upon you to surpass us. In front of every great coach is a stellar athlete.
Each time I unlock the doors and walk into Rainier CrossFit, it strikes me how far we’ve come. CrossFit was an unknown 5 years ago when we threw open our doors. We could barely talk our friends into trying it, selling it to the public was nearly impossible. But slowly you showed up, you trusted us, you loved it, you told your friends, and here we are.
It’s quiet and dark. I flip on the lights. It seems so open when I’m the only one there. I usually leave the music off and listen to the building. Remember the toxic smell of the flooring when it was new. Long for the logo painted on that wall that we had to knock out years ago. Fire up the computer and wonder when we made the switch from a hobby to a business, and wonder again if we actually have.
How quickly this quiet place comes alive. Someone turns the music on, the fans of the rowers start to move some air, bumpers are loaded onto bars, and inevitably dropped on a platform. “Hello’s” are shouted across the space, hugs are given and received, and the daily social catch-up begins.
As I write on the board (or check out what Kurtis has written) I wonder if it’s possible. Can a ladder of one handed dumbbell overhead squats be done in a reasonable amount of time? Should we even do them? What would the benefit be? What have we done this week? What’s on the calendar for next week? Will this increase our work capacity, is it constantly varied, does it move a large load long distances quickly?
It must be human nature to second guess yourself. But how divine it is to get such instant feedback. You groan as I write, you try and barter (you fail), you resign yourself to the suck and then you attack it. Scary attack it. With ferocity and resolve. You yell time. You leave sweat, blood, and skin chunks in my gym. And then you smile.
See you on Monday.