This Thursday, I will be competing in the Crossfit Open for the very first time.
Even though I am competing for a spot on my box’s team, I am finally competing for myself in a way that I have never done as an athlete. In Crossfit, I train to improve my personal weaknesses and enjoy increasing my strengths, with the support of a community that feels like family. I do not compete for anyone else’s expectations. I compete for joy.
I feel I was made for Crossfit. People told me for years to do it, but my passion was in track and field. I threw the discus, that was my sole passion or so I thought. I struggled to compete at the elite level post collegiately after having been an All-American at UCLA. I started to question, if my passion for track and field had waned. I had come back from a car accident and recently gotten married. I had a twin pregnancy that kept me bedridden for 3.5 months during an Olympic year. I had a second unplanned pregnancy just as I started my Master’s degree in Physical Education and finally felt healthy enough to throw again.
I constantly battled why it was important to me to continue to compete while taking on the challenges of motherhood. It was not time to hang up my shoes. I questioned what did I have to prove. It is just a part of me, it is who I am, I have to train for something, I have to compete. I did not care at what level. I feel I will be a discus thrower until I die, even though I started a new sport last September that physically, mentally and spiritually challenges me everyday. I love the constant challenge.
I want others to know that just because you become a wife or mother that you do not have to give up who you are as a person. I love my husband and I love my children, but I love being me. Is that so bad? After having three kids, I feel stronger and the relationship between my husband and I is stronger for me fighting to be who I am meant to be. Yes, I am a wife, mother of three, coach, and athlete.