by BORIS KEZIC
A smile spread across my face.
The CrossFit Open. In the CrossFit calendar, there’s nothing quite like it. Sure, we push ourselves to the limit in most workouts. We cheer each other on. The music’s loud, the barbells hit the floor all the same, but there’s something special about Open time. You find a little something extra. Your yells of encouragement are louder and come from a deeper place. The Open is a time to test our fitness. To go beyond our limits. To see what we need to work on in the year to come. In the depths of a soul-revealing 20-minute AMRAP, there’s nowhere to hide.
As I nervously stood in front of my barbell awaiting the familiar beep signalling 3, 2, 1, GO, a sense of calm surged over me. With it came the realisation that by being able to stand there, I had already won. We all have.
We have bodies healthy enough to move in a sport like CrossFit. We’re able to choose the foods we nourish ourselves with. Clean drinking water readily available. Clothes to work out in. Even the ability to afford CrossFit is a clear sign of our fortune and our privilige. We’re alive and living well.
On top of all of that, we’re part of a community that is supportive and inclusive. Where the person coming first is no better or worse than anyone else.
We’re surrounded by people that we can count on to tell us to pick up that fucking barbell even when our entire being is screaming at us that we can’t.