Today was a little disappointing. I wasn’t going to go to Crossfit because my shoulder had been bothering me all weekend, and one thing after another kept conspiring against me. At 5:45, I was pretty sure I was going to leave work, pick up my CSA box and head home, but a nagging voice in the back of my head kept telling me that maybe I should get dressed…you know, just in case. So I changed, and I went. But that wasn’t the disappointing part.
I’ve been scared of getting hurt, ever since I got hurt while working out with my last personal trainer. I pulled a muscle in my leg and the resulting weakness lasted for months. With the sore shoulder, I wasn’t sure if it was just sure or whether it was something more. But I went, and after talking to my Crossfit trainer, I decided to workout, but I was determined to take it easy.
I think I may have taken it too easy. One of the things I love about Crossfit is how it challenges me, but after breezing through 45 overhead presses with the 15 lb practice bar in under four minutes, I felt like something was missing. I didn’t challenge myself today. I could have done more, and I think I should have done more. I’m not sorry that I took the careful route, but I was too careful and it was too easy. I need the constant, daily challenge – it’s what keeps me coming back day after day. Tomorrow we row 2k and run a mile. It’s going to be hard, it’s going to be challenging, and it’s going to be a better day than today was because I’m going to push myself.