Results and Journal from Sectionals

Ok... I have to admit that I am really frustrated with results at sectionals but overall I am happy with my effort given the circumstances.  I think I finished around 50 out of 80 competitors but I believe that I performed my best with bronchitis.  On Saturday, 80 of the fittest men and about 40 of the fittest women in NC and SC descended on Rock Hill, SC for a competition that I will remember for the rest of my life.   It was one of the hardest 2 days of my life.   I will get some video up soon but I would like to high-lite some things from this weekend that I learned about myself and about CrossFit.  

First of all, CrossFitters are some bad ass people.   There was nobody there that was not in great shape.  Everyone looked and acted the part.   They were powerful, functional, and unbelievably dedicated.   The heart, commitment, and drive was unrivaled in any sporting event that I have ever seen.   It brought an amazing energy to the event that both excited and intimidated you at the same time.  It made you want to be a part of it but made you wonder if you were worthy to be there among these athletes.   The camaraderie and instant bond was also aparent with every person that you talked to.  It was so strong in one case, I gave a complete stranger the shirt off my back because he commented about how much he liked our shirts.

Secondly, desire only takes you so far.  I realized within the 1st couple of minutes of my 1st workout that I was not over my bronchitis.   Everything kicked in... panic, diappointment, fear, and shame.   At the end of my second round, I stopped in the middle of the squats and threw the bag down.  I started walking to the boundaries in order to leave.  I couldn't breath and I was ready to quit.  I looked at my wife and she saw it in my eyes.   Things were not going as planned.  My 8 minute time was going down the toilet and the quicksand was up to my hips.   After what seemed like hours, a thought rolled through my head.   If I quit, I will hate myself for a long time.   My plan changed and I decided to finish.  I knew that I couldn't win or even attempt to win.  My best that day was to finish and that's all I could hope to do.   I picked the bag back up and finished the squats.  I made it into the last run and committed to keep moving no matter what.  Slow was fine as long as I didn't give up.   I finished, not in record time, but I finished under record circumstances.  

...to be continued.