The year of 2015 beat me up. More than any year of competition had before. Throughout just the games season I was having some tendonitis in my shoulder, I had a rib dislocate a couple times, I got rhabdo in my quads and was in the hospital for a couple days, I had 2 bad back spasms, etc. It was a rough year of training and it felt like I was constantly running into unexpected complications the whole way.
Every single year- if your goal is to make it to the CrossFit Games- you must train even harder then the year before. You need to work on weaknesses even more, while continuing to increase your strengths all while putting in even more volume overall because everyone else is getting better, just like you. Your competition is only getting steeper and there are even more new individuals that are coming onto the scene on in addition to seasoned veterans. Your work each year must increase, because your fellow competitors work is not slowing down. Its totally exhausting. But I really do LOVE it. You have to.
Last year I put in more work than ever to make it back and it showed on my body. I trained extremely hard, met my goal of qualifying again for the Games, cried, and then starting training hard for the games. I got to the games feeling decently well, did Murph on Friday, and then just survived the rest of the weekend. My rib popped out again during DT Friday, my back was inflamed from the clean and jerk, I told my coach on Sunday morning that I didn’t know if I could even compete. I tried so hard to stay positive- but as soon as the weekend was over I found my boyfriend first and I just cried. I was so overwhelmed with so many emotions- happy I made it through the weekend, frustrated I didn’t preform as well as I thought I was capable of, disappointed in myself for not being tougher, but mostly because deep down I knew something needed to change.
Making the decision to transition from an individual competitor into a team competitor was not an easy decision. I spent weeks trying to decide what I needed to do. I was going back and fourth just telling myself to either-
“suck it up and train you’ll be fine,” or “take a year off for your body, and then get back to training after,” etc.
I finally had an honest conversation again with my boyfriend who finally blatently asked me-
“HONESTLY, what is your heart telling you to do?”
I cried again, and finally replied- “I need a break.” So there it was. Decision was made. I was taking a year off from individual. I needed it physically and mentally. I knew I was still going to participate in the season to some capacity, just not as an individual trying to make it back to the games. In speaking with a member of CrossFit Mayhem Freedom at an event late last year I learned that a spot had opened up on their team. I expressed an interest, met the team shortly thereafter, was offered the spot and took it. It was an opportunity that I could not pass up. It was the best thing that could have happened to me this year, and if I was gonna take at least a year off from individual, there was no better way to spend it.
Plans change. Paths change. Life changes, and that is okay- as long as we change and develop with it.
We never know where life is going to take us.
We never know what is going to happen to us tomorrow, what opportunities are going to arise, or be taken from us.
All we can do is live each day as best as we can.