It was time for the last week of the Open. The time came for the workout to be announced and yet again it was happiness and a gut check all in one. This was another 7 minute cap, sweet because that means it won’t be a long period through which I would suffer. Even the first movement I was happy with, 100lb thrusters, no sweat. I can do those all day, then the stack of bricks drops. Chest to bar pull ups, now if you saw the other post you that I had only been doing pull-ups of any kind for a few months at this point. I still was not to the point that I was doing them without the band in most workouts, but I could put together groups of 5-6 in a row. But that was normal pull ups, not ones that I had to touch my chest to bar. Even in the last week I was setting myself up for a big challenge and this week would be a huge accomplishment. I was going to get at least one chest to bar pull up. Taking on the workout for the first time I got through the first three reps of thrusters and moved onto the bar. I spend the remainder of the time missing every attempt I made. I would get close but just couldn’t touch my chest to that bar. I was frustrated about it, angry at myself for not being able to get at least one. And also worried about how that would reflect on my score that week. There were other people trying the WOD, so I watched them and was talking to Kristi when she said why don’t you just change you grip a little like this and see what happens. I walk over to the bar and just try to see how it would work. And I did one, really easily I did one, and I was even more pissed now. I threw the weight back on the bar thanks to a few words from Tony and Kristi, and I was going to give it another shot. I tried it again and this time I got not only one of the pull ups, but I finished that round and moved to the next, and in the end I got 13 reps. It was a low score, but it was four times that amount that I had before.
The open was a great experience, I learned a lot about myself, and areas that I was better than I imagined, and areas where I was not as good as I thought. I learned that my body will push itself to the level that I needed and that there was more in the tank when I called for it. Each week I looked forward to learning what the workout would be, and then I dreaded my first attempt because of the uncertainty of how I would do. I made plans, got rid of those plans and made new ones, and watched hours of YouTube videos trying to find just the right way to take on the challenges before me. When the dust had settled I was not going to be the fittest man on earth, not even the fittest man at Capital City Crossfit, but I was the fittest that I had ever been and I had done things that I would have not thought possible when I started in July. The open pushed me to new heights, and also laid me low. But in the end, I got up, finished strong and went forward with new confidence that only competition can bring.
At the beginning I said that I wasn’t sure how to feel about the Cummings signing me up, now I can say that it was one of the best things to happen to me in the winter of 2012, and you can bet that I’ll be competing again in 2013.