There’s a lot of things at which I wish I were better…
I wish I could sing better. I wish I were a better dancer. I wish were a better writer. I wish I were a better cook; heck, I wish I even liked to cook…
But guess what? I sing my heart out a church. In God’s eyes, we all sound beautiful. I just went down the Soul Train line at Senior Night, and I saw those kids eying one another: “She ain’t bad…” I may not win the Pulitzer Prize for Writing, but you guys read what I write, right?? And you know what??? I’ll go out to dinner every night…
You see, the beauty of life is that you don’t have to be the best at something to do it and still get something out of it.
Stop saying that you suck at CrossFit. Stop saying that you do “baby CrossFit” because you scale your workouts. Stop avoiding workouts because they contain movements at which you deem yourself “no good”.
I’m not an Olympic lifter. I’m not a professional rower, and I’m certainly no gymnast (just ask anyone who has ever coached me).
I’m still a CrossFitter.
My snatch is one hundred percent better than it was the day I began CrossFit. My toes-to-bar, chest-to-bar pull-ups, muscle-ups, handstand push-ups are better than they were two years ago, and my row….well, I don’t fear the erg as much as I used to.
What I am suggesting is that you merely examine where you were when you began CrossFit and where you are now.
You don’t have to be the best. You don’t even have to be close to the best.