OVER THE PAST few months, I have been in a few situations as Just-A-Student where I felt wholly inadequate.
One was in the gym, where I actually was, in fact, wholly inadequate. I started a couple of months ago a workout regimen tried and true to many but new to me, CrossFit. It’s a certain way you work out, in a simple and unpretentious gym, to make you strong.
As with anything, there is a big learning curve with CrossFit. Just remembering what all the acronyms mean — WOD, AMRAP, PR, whatever — can give you a brain cramp.
A couple of mornings I was sure I was “the worst” CrossFitter ever. The instructors would sort-of watch and gently try to redirect me: “Hips out. Look forward. Butt down. Chest up.” Aye aye aye. I’ve often thought, “I’ll never get it,” and my successes are yet slow.
But then there was this one day. A move I tried over and over. I was getting angry, too — even at the teacher. She kept telling me what to do, but something just wasn’t clicking. I wanted to find fault with her, blame my failings on the instructor. And then she said, “I know you can do it. You just have to get where the power comes from.”
I glared straight ahead. “I know you can do it ….” I picked up that 35-pound metal bar and “got it.” Something clicked. I thrust this way and that and just “felt” the right move. It was surprisingly easy.
I smiled, happy to be done and go home.
But check out the teacher’s reaction: “Yes! You got it! Did you feel that?!” Her delight was genuine. She even strode over and offered a side hug – CrossFit tough, of course.
“I knew you could do it,” she said. (Glad she did because I had not been so sure.)