I originally posted this on my old blog in September last year after I had just started CrossFit. I’m planning on bringing all fitness related posts over from that other blog of mine and the day I describe below was a very good day so it’s the first post I’m reposting 🙂
When I got to CrossFit bright and early at 7am this morning, there was a row of ropes hanging from the ceiling. I laughed and thought “Oh this is going to be a waste of time, I can’t climb a rope to save my life!”
Before I go any further, let me rewind 30 something years back to then Soviet Estonia – there were about 25 kids in my class from grade 4 onwards and I remember clearly that in PE only one girl was able to climb the rope. That girl was not me.
Whereas I was not at the other end of the spectrum either with the chubby one and with the super skinny one with no muscle at all (both of whom the teacher just ignored), I was one in the crowd of all the others who were not blatantly ignored i.e. we were actually made to try, but we were never encouraged or praised.
So everyone but that one rope-climbing freak of nature just huffed and puffed unsuccessfully at those ropes on and off for weeks over several years while being yelled at by the teacher to try harder, YOU ARE NOT TRYING HARD ENOUGH!!!.
By the time we reached high school we no longer tried. “I cannot climb a rope and you cannot make me!” was the attitude all around.
You know where this is going, don’t you? 😉
Well, I saw the ropes today and immediately said something along the lines of “I can’t” out loud. The trainer heard me and said that he’ll make me do burpees if he hears me saying that word again so shut my mouth (because burpees KILL you).
After half an hour of other kinds of fun muscle wrenching exercises, it was time for the ropes. One movement at a time and it all sort of started to come together. Once we had to put all the movements together I did fail on the first go but then I FIGURED IT OUT AND UP AND UP AND UP I WENT!!!
Motherfreaking feeling of “OMG my PE teacher sucked so much, I am not a looser after all!”
After the class was finished and my arms were shaking from too many push-ups and my left ankle sported a beautiful rope burn, I quickly exited the gym and walked to work crying… from the sheer emotion of the curse that had just been broken.
If I of all people can climb a rope, I can do anything. Absolutely anything.
(except public speaking 🙂