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| Evidence of yesterday's log press |
Competition countdown - 5
I've competed before. I played softball as a kid. Took up pool in my early twenties, and then roller derby in my late twenties.
Softball wasn't super competitive. It was an anybody can join league and I was the fat kid. I did make the all-star team my last year playing when I switched from first base to catcher. I didn't get to play in the actual game though since I fucked my knee up so badly doing just that, but it was my first sport and I truly enjoyed it.
Softball wasn't super competitive. It was an anybody can join league and I was the fat kid. I did make the all-star team my last year playing when I switched from first base to catcher. I didn't get to play in the actual game though since I fucked my knee up so badly doing just that, but it was my first sport and I truly enjoyed it.
In 2003, I joined a pool team kind of out of a fluke. A friend's team needed someone who was awful and would have a low skill rating so they could meet their numbers. The APA (American Poolplayers Association) was a great experience. It was fun enough to be interesting and exciting and keep me going back every week, even recruiting more and more friends to join. I made lifelong friends actually. My skills improved tremendously and eventually I began to play in larger local tournaments. The APA sent me to Las Vegas four times to play at the national level - twice with teams, and twice as a member of a Jack and Jill pair. Aside from the trips, these experiences were invaluable and extremely competitive. One year while I was there a man keeled over from a heart attack at the table. Yes, that competitive and stressful.
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| My first Vegas APA team |
Finally, I began my roller derby career in 2009. I had met several girls at a recruiting event they were holding at a hardcore show in 2008 and wanted to join, but decided I needed to lose some weight and learn to skate first. Well, I did the weight loss thing, but couldn't rollerblade. The Albany All Stars taught me to skate, taught me the game and I was hooked. Practice two or three days a week, events, recruiting, bouts, promotions you name it. Playing this DIY sport is like having a second job ... an aggressive second job where you get to wear fishnets and booty shorts and hit people. I never felt that competitive drive with derby. People would tell me to "get mad" and it just didn't come. Perhaps I've become more zen as I've aged.
Now, getting ready to enter my first Crossfit competition, I'm wondering what the heck I'm doing. I'm certainly not competing to win. I know that even in the scaled division, I'm going to be much slower and less fit than many, if not most of the girls entered. Normally, I would have dropped out by now. Too embarrassed by my weaknesses to even try. People keep saying things about getting out of my comfort zone. I like my comfort zone. It's, well, comfortable. I guess at this point it's more about proving that I did it. Getting out there, having a judge tell me "no rep" all the time, but continuing and keeping going. I'll probably cry. I already warned Jay about this. I'll probably pee my pants. I'm bringing spares. But, I'm going to start and finish all four or five WODs. I might have to do it with a bag over my head, but I'm going to do it.Do you have non-winning motivations for entering?
Food:
Breakfast - eggs with ham, peppers and onions
Lunch - grapes, tuna fish, almonds
Dinner - hamburger with lettuce, pineapple and teriyaki sauce (*sigh* should have read the description better and gotten it without), side salad
Workout:
well earned rest day (unless a little pool hall time counts)
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