I'm the first to admit that I prefer to practice things where people can't see me. I don't like to get in trouble, I'm not a big fan of looking like a dufus and for the most part I'm just a very private person when it comes to certain parts of my life.
Those are words I've been described as over the years and I'm proud to include those qualities in my personality. My grandmother has always been a reserved person, she listens to conversations quietly before making a comment. Take it in, think it over, then contribute your piece.
I used to start a lot of sentences with the words, "That's not appropriate..."
For years, my mom has been encouraging me to unleash the beast within. Be a b*#@$!
Well...it has come to my attention that there is a certain level of what's not appropriate that I am breaking free of as I continue down the rabbit hole into the world of crossfit. There's not a lot of time to think when you're in the middle of gasping for air inbetween reps. A grunt or a scream may break free from your lips without you even knowing it happened.
Those are words my family has used to describe me in recent months and recently while at the Plymouth Crossfit Memorial Challenge someone I didn't know told me they thought I was a "Great Competitor". That one comment made me feel a great amount of pride in myself and in my sport. I feel very strongly that Crossfit is a sport made up of great competitors. We have varying degrees of ability, but our hearts are for the sport. We won't quit, we won't stop. We finish an event and before we can catch our breath we scream at the competitors around us and urge them to finish to.
We are great competitors.