Recently I competed in my first CrossFit competition with a wonderful lady from the gym I train at. It was a team effort, a masters competition (I had been lovingly referring to it as an “old lady’s competition”.) By NO MEANS did this older population shirk on ANY-thing, I mean good LORD!
Three days before the competition, my partner and I were running through our transition times on the barbell for snatches. The last rep was my worst one and I tweaked ligaments and tendons in my right wrist. Well that’s just great. Our coach was calm and got ice and talked me through the disappointment that was immediately oozing from my face. Never mind the physical pain, my real pain was the mental side that I could be sidelined from something I’d been looking forward to and preparing and training for for 6 weeks.
I got it checked out the next day…during my youngest daughter’s orthopedic doc appointment nonetheless. Yeah, we’re a physical family for sure. No break apparent, but competing would be sketchy. My 10-year-old former gymnast looked at me and said “It’s ok Mom, I’ve still got some tape from bars and I’ll wrap your wrist for you.” Cue the water works…
Chiropractic sessions, ice, bracing, and tape and I woke up on Saturday morning of the competition and was determined. My partner Julie and I placed third in our age group that day. And I didn’t feel one thing in my wrist the entire time. Adrenaline and an Aleeve equated to beast-mode for me! The day after brought the pain back, however, and I was left wondering if I’d really f-cked it all up by letting my ego lead the way.
So it was time off that was necessary. Something that’s very hard for me to do. I returned to the gym in the next week just to move my body some. It sucked. I couldn’t lift the heavy weight that cleared my head. I couldn’t do the normal workout even on a scaled level. It was terrible for my headspace. I was walking around the gym kicking myself in my proverbial ass for attempting that last round of snatches the Wednesday prior to the competition.
My oldest daughter and I had been going to restorative yoga classes when her volleyball schedule would allow it. Being the day before Thanksgiving, she was off from ball and I was clearly in need of a check-up- from-the-neck- up so off we headed to Hot Yoga Plus. As I was lying in the first posture that my good friend Josh instructed us to get into, I took note of how good it felt to just be still. Don’t get me wrong, I teach yoga and the value of lying still. I also do healing meditation sessions with private clients that help the cells of the body let go and be calm. But it’s always different when it’s me needing the stillness attention. I needed to put my oxygen mask on first for a damn change.
Later that night, I asked my 10-year-old how she felt when she would have to take time off her sport from injuries she had sustained over the years. WTF? What grown adult asks their 10-year-old for that kind of advice? Apparently me. Her response was light-hearted and nonchalant. She remarked that it “kinda made her upset but that it always ended up being ok.” Well then.
So it’s Thanksgiving morning at my house, I’m the only one awake. And this morning, my wrist is feeling somewhat better. But better than that, my attitude is feeling better. Maybe it was a good night’s sleep. Maybe it was Josh’s restorative yoga class the night before. Maybe it was the argument that my husband and I had the afternoon prior when my physical body was hurting. Maybe it was a post that my friend Emily made on social media that hit me square upside the head the other day. Likely as not, it is a combination of them all.
Nevertheless, today is a day off. And a day where I get to be with the people who sharpen and love me…