Every night I do the same thing. I check the schedule for the week.
I do a rough schedule months ahead of time. Then, every Sunday night I sit down at my computer and hash all the details out. Right now, I have one intern, Jonathan, who is doing a bang-up job. He's really trying to learn all of this stuff. By stuff, I mean there is a great deal of "stuff" that one needs to learn (and master) in order to be a great CrossFit Coach and Leader. He's really trying, but let me tell you, there is a great deal to learn.
I hash out the details of who is working what shift, what will the WODS be, who will teach what depending upon their strengths and weaknesses, what will the warm-ups be, where will each class take place, etc., etc., etc. CrossFit Survival has been operating out of a park for over a year now. We use a church for rainy days. It's a tremendous amount of work.
Fortunately, I am a VERY patient person.
Let me tell you what this entails.
I get up every morning at 4:30am.
I'm cool with that. I'm a big believer in the power of the mind. I can choose to be resentful, or I can choose to be okay with it. I choose the latter.
But let me back up a bit.
Every night, my last class gets done by 7:30pm. We all pitch in to load my car. With any luck, I'm home by 8:30, at which time
I get to load the car for the next day's classes.
Once again, I point this out, not because it is so amazing, because to me, really it isn't (anymore). I point it out, because IT ISN'T AMAZING TO ME ANYMORE.
Every night, I load and unload anywhere from 1000-2000 pounds of equipment into my car. (Sometimes my most excellent boyfriend of 9 years helps me out (over 50% of the time), but the other 48.5% of the time, I do it by myself.) By the time I get done, if I'm lucky, I'm in bed by 10pm. It's a hell of a lot of work.
What is really incredulous to me is how easily I toss 45# plates into the car--2 at a time, one in each arm, like it was nothing. I literally think NOTHING of doing this. CrossFit has made me strong enough to think this.
This leads me to reflect on the WHY of WHY IN THE HELL do I do this in the first place?
Truth be told, I fucking love being strong, and I fucking love helping others to be the same way. (Sorry, but sailor-talk is just part of who I am), and I freaking love what I get to do everyday for a living.
I admire the hell out of Kate Rawlings. I'm a huge fan of her blog. One of the many things I admire her for is her penchant for telling the truth, and nothing but the truth, so help the embarrassment that it would've surely caused others to divulge the same.
I, on the other hand, am a Stoic. I was taught to be strong, to show no weakness. Try (in vain as it may be), I try to adhere to that. I tend to be silent and say nothing.
I guess what I am trying to say is that every night, no matter how tired I am , no matter how much I don't "feel" like loading the dang car, I load the dang car. I know other people would be exasperated by this, but I am not...
...Because it is an honor.
Honestly. This is not a ploy. I do it, because every day that I get to teach other people about CrossFit, I am humbled and grateful for my life.
And the fact that I feel that way is what really truly blows me away. I'm 46. Cool things happen to one as you age, namely, your focus is no longer on you.
I am not going away.
CrossFit Survival is here to stay.
I am determined to be excellent in every way.
I study every day. I read something new about teaching every day. I live this stuff. I breathe this stuff. I try really hard.
No matter what you think of me, I am determined to be excellent. I share this in the hopes that someone else will find value in it.
I am grateful for my life.