The first WOD I ever did was an AMRAP 8 of 100m runs, deadlifts and situps. I tapped out at minute 6, with scorched lungs and a screaming lower back. I felt like I was dying and I absolutely loved it. Intuitively, I knew this is exactly what I needed. The first actual class I ever took ended in a bout of vomiting. And so did the second. I came back the next day and a funny thing happened, I didn’t puke. I was making progress, and I’ve been addicted to that daily pursuit ever since.
CrossFit was my therapy, and grinding through WODs day after day became cathartic. I had so much crap and negativity inside me, I felt like it was literally pouring out of me through blood, sweat, and tears. Bad habits started being replaced by good habits. I was fixing my body, and there was a sense of mental clarity that started forming. CrossFit was saving my life.
The first box I was a part of, CrossFit H2O, closed its doors in 2016 and I was referred to MSCF. I was heartbroken, but it became an opportunity for further growth. After about a year, Coach John started nudging me towards coaching. I’m an introvert, so the prospect of leading a class was terrifying. But I believed in the ethos of stepping outside your comfort zone. I also really wanted that free membership, and the liberty to train at MSCF whenever I wanted.
The free membership and keys to the door are nice perks, but it’s hardly the reason I coach now. Before I started coaching, I would have considered myself selfish. Now I’ve come to realize I actually enjoy helping people, and I’m a better person for it. There is an opportunity for CrossFit to save the world, and I want to be a part of that.