Whatever your hand finds to do, do it with all your might... Eccl 9:10

Photo courtesy Chet Hay


Regionals is over, and I'm feeling a bit aimless. What's next, Lord, what's next?

The event itself was a blast. Our team kicked major ass, Papa did much better than he expected. I'm really really proud of them all. I didn't place as well as I hoped, but I feel like I went out there and gave everything I had, I couldn't have given any more. So I am content. I have no regrets.

The Events.

3 rounds
10 Overhead Squats w/ 95 lbs
50 Double Unders
Time 7:25 Place 12th

As many reps as possible in 90sec
Deadlift, 2" bar w/ 213 lbs
Reps 19 Place 36th

Day 2
5 mile run (consisting of two miles uphill!)
Time 46:35 Place 38th

For time
Row 30 cal
30 Thrusters 65 lbs
3 Rope climbs 15'
30 Kettle bell swings 1pd

Row 20 cal
20 Thrusters 75 lbs
2 rope climbs 15'
20 Kettle bell swings
Row 10 cal

10 Thrusters 95 lbs
1 rope climb
10 Kettle bell swings
Time 21:36 Place 24th

Overall 23rd.


Especially after an event like this, I find myself questioning why? Not in the way of doubting my passion for CrossFit, but really just asking for whom I do it, what are my motives in wanting to go to the Games?

This weekend I felt an overwhelming pride in myself, what I do, and the manner in which I do it. By the end of the second day I felt a thorn in my chest, a pain piercing me deeply. People look up to me, many have said "You've been an incredible inspiration to me." I haven't guarded myself well. I'm 16, been to all three Games as the youngest competitor. The thorn is real, and it's there.

It's painful, but it's good to realize.

What really do I have to boast in, that was not given to me?

Shooting for 2011? Maybe. I haven't decided yet. Right now I'm thinking about going to school, and focusing on learning and loving life, loving God, serving people.
I'll be back, not sure when.

I delight in this body that was given to me, and I intend to use it to it's fullest capacity, whether that be in dancing or lifting.