Here goes…

I’m good at everything.  I always have been.

Now, that isn’t to say that I haven’t worked hard to get where I am, but…

Actually… I haven’t worked hard.  I don’t know what it’s like to struggle.

Rewind 26 years.

When I was 4 years old, my mantra was “I am SuperGirl. I can do anything.”  Yes, I had a mantra at 4. I was somewhat of an odd child.

Somewhere along the way, I started to believe my mantra and the rest of my life followed suite.

So, why am I writing about how good I am at everything?? Here’s the buried lead…

I’m not good at everything.  And it took CrossFit to teach me that!

While most of my crew would agree that what went down during week one of the Nasty Northeast Throwdown wasn’t actually a failure for me, it certainly was the closest I have ever come to not being good at something.

The task: carry about 160 pounds worth of sand, held in buckets, across the beach about three quarters of a mile.  If I put the buckets down, my partner was punished with 5 burpees.  This part of the competition workout was, at best, MISERABLE.

I was hopeless.  I was hurting.  I was close to giving up.  The closest I’ve ever been.

It’s a funny thing when your mental toughness is stronger than your body.  The brain said “Go. Move. Carry those buckets and do NOT drop them.”

In a nasty(northeast) reply, my body responded with “F*ck you. I’m dropping the buckets.  My manicured hands were not build for this shit.”

For the first time in my life, I WAS WORKING HARD TO GET SOMETHING….

…and THAT, my friends, is the beauty of CrossFit.

I am not the best.  I can’t do a muscle up, I don’t have the fastest Fran time, and I’ll never be as strong as Rob Orlando (Yes, I compete with the boys!).  I will never be the greatest CrossFit coach on Earth, and I will struggle to learn the perfect snatch technique in the years to come.  AND THAT’S OK.

But there’s one thing I know for sure… Success tastes INFINITELY SWEETER when you have to work hard to get it.