At CrossFit Summerville there is a chance to have an extra bonus day on some weekends. Scott devises a partner WOD and we can come in and work together if we choose.
I hate partner WODs. I hate being the poopiest partner there and I feel sorry for anyone stuck with me. I wouldn’t choose me as a partner if I could help it. But I’m always on my team. I feel like we play “pass around the Patti” and some poor schmuck gets stuck with me as we rotate through.
I also hate not knowing what’s coming. I don’t know how other people workout. I look at the WOD. I have my panic attack. I look at the WOD again. I begin to figure out how to scale it, or as my head tells me, how to game the system. I know everything is scalable. I scale everything. It must be fantastic to be able to RX things and not have to worry about how to rewrite the WOD. I rewrite every single WOD.
So each time there is a weekend WOD, I’m faced with two very scary, frightening, paralyzing issues. I have to be a partner and I have no idea what is coming.
I didn’t do this for a long time. I go to the box four times a week and I’m old and I don’t really need an extra bonus workout and they scare the ever living shit out of me.
Then I began to show up. I don’t know if people groan when I walk in the door. I’m always sorry for whoever it is that gets stuck with me. The last time we had one of these, Scott made me a team captain and I had to choose the poor people who were stuck with me. I was overwhelmed by the number of reps expected of me as it stood and then selecting the people for my team had me nearly in tears.
I don’t know if I’ve ever mentioned this, but I hate partner WODs. And I hate not knowing far enough in advance to come up with some strategy whereby I can actually manage a WOD.
I also workout first thing in the morning before my brain is entirely awake. An awake brain says things to me like, “What in the hell are you thinking?” and then might add “stay home”. It would be so comfortable to just stay home. I could skip this. I don’t have to show up. It isn’t mandatory. It isn’t part of my “routine” work. It’s a bonus.
I hate partner WODs. They scare me. I’m a detriment. I can’t do this. I am scared. I have no idea what’s coming. It’s called Sweet 16 today. There is going to be something in there with the number 16 and I sure as hell hope it isn’t rounds.
It takes tremendous courage to show up for this. It’s not “normal” for old women to do this stuff. I know because all my non-CrossFit friends tell me so.
I needed to eat before this event and I never eat before a workout because I go first thing in the morning. Then, as a reward, I come home and have bacon and eggs and mostly I just really care about the bacon. But today, because the warm-up starts at 10.30 and the WOD starts at 11, I had to eat something or I would run out of steam. So I had my reward before I actually did the task.
So, now I’m doubly committed. I don’t just get to eat bacon for no good reason. I have to earn it. I have to burn enough calories to make it possible to consume that much fat. I also need to stoke the engine to burn that kind of fuel.
I’m going to go again. Even though it scares me. Maybe precisely because it scares me. I’m very sorry for my partner, whomever that may be. But I’ve got my big girl pants on and I’m ready to try anything – scaled, of course.