Rx

Every night before I go to Xfit I check the blog to see what the WOD is going to be. It's mandatory obsessive Xfit behavior. CrossFitters joke how they get anxiety attacks if the WOD isn't posted by 8 pm. Most times I check it I think, "Oh. Maybe I can Rx that part of it but I won't be able to Rx the whole thing." Rx means doing the weight Xfit says you should be. You know, to be elite. ;) (I love throwing that word around).

Last night I checked it and it was a sequence of 21-18-15-12-9-6-3 reps of Sumo Deadlift High Pulls and Push Presses. Rx for women was 55 lbs.



I've Rx'd on just the SDHPs before. Push presses are hard for me. It's a lot of weight to push up over your head. And to do it for a total of 84 reps? Yeah. Not easy.

But since I was kind of high off my PR yesterday, I decided I'd go for it. I knew what that would mean, besides killing myself. It meant I'd be something I always fear: LAST. I tend to go easier on my weights because I dread finishing last. Not that there's any shame in it, especially at Xfit. I've stood there and cheered on many of my Xfit family members to the last rep. There's no judgement. There's no embarrassment. I just have been afraid to be the one that people have to wait for. I decided I was going to go for it though. I decided that no matter how long it took me, I was going to Rx my first workout.

It. Was. Insane. When my friends around me were already down to their set of 12 reps, I was still struggling with my 18. I was the last to finish by a LOT. But as each person finished they came over and circled around me. Most of them picked up their barbells even though they were already done and lifted each rep right along with me. If they weren't there, I would have lowered my weight and rushed through to the end. But having their support empowered me. I was GOING to Rx it.

I have no idea what my time was. It doesn't matter. I did it and I'm so freaking proud.

The 6:30 class was warming up while I was still finishing. One of the women ran her first 5K this weekend at MCCF. She's not a runner normally and she could have skipped that WOD but she overcame her fear and went. Like me tonight, she came in last. And, like tonight, everyone who was finished already went back to run her last lap with her. I read the story on the MCCF blog and I cried, it was so moving. I wrote her today to tell her how impressed I was and she said that she would have never tried a 5K but she knew that MCCF was the most supportive place she could be to do it. I thought of her when I was practically crying during my WOD when I saw how behind everyone I was. I knew I could keep going and not be judged because MCCF is that kind of environment.

When I finished I was in such a haze and she walked up to me and said "After seeing that, you deserve this!"



She made up WINNING t-shirts at her business because she's been following my stupid Charlie Sheen posts on FB. As if I didn't already feel so supported by my MCCF family, that sent it over the top! I am blown away by the camaraderie, support, and inspiration I feel from MCCF. Sometimes it takes coming in last to feel like a true winner. And that's not even a Charlie Sheen joke. :)