Crossfit was supposed to be by safe space where I go to build myself back up from life's challenges. Crossfit was supposed to be the place I go to unleash my competitive nature...to give that drive somewhere to live. Crossfit was supposed to be that thing that gave me the mental challenge I needed to push myself in a safe space. Crossfit was supposed to be the place where I went to try and catch the guys. Crossfit was supposed to be my HAPPY place...the place that I couldn't wait to get to. Crossfit was supposed to be the place I feel at home. But inconsistency in attending due to outside life crazzzyness (and I mean crazyness) turned that safe, happy spot into a spot of dread. How far under my own PR would I be today? I would try to scale and then I'd still walk out of there with self-defeating talk. My binge eating yo-yoed like crazy. I'd go and be so exhausted from adrenal fatigue I couldn't get my brain to work. I thought about dropping my membership.
...of a greater appreciation of self and the world around me