CrossFit Athletic Group

This was emailed to me this morning from Pudge. It was an assignment in Mrs. Masen's AP Psychology class that called for a 15-minute free write. Enjoy!

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by, Pudge

It’s interesting to note how things come and go in life- people, cars, houses, money, friends and even family. But I never thought that something so solid that was such a staple in my life would disappear. It’s like standing on a rug and then having someone pull it out from under you- hello gravity, and a bruise. The one thing I always thought I would have to rely on, my box, is gone.

I will be leaving for college in a few short months, and I never thought I would leave unsettled. Yeah, I might be scared or unsure, but the one thing I always knew I would have is my training and ability. But what happened? Where did I go wrong? I guess it’s this thing called life, and sometimes it just flat out sucks. I don’t even remember, but I think it was October of 2014 when the curse of junior year struck. I had a full course load at school, on top of ACT prep, a part-time job, and volleyball. Between all of that, and homework, I barely had time to sleep, let alone an extra hour of my day to do crossfit. I know that sounds like a really shitty (pardon my language, Mrs. Masen) excuse, but there was no way in hell (again, sorry) my parents were going to let me continue at the box if it meant my grades would suffer (not in the midst of applying for college!), and there physically was NOT enough time in the day. I was left with no other choice but to prioritize what remained- school, homework, work, volleyball, ACT, food, sleep. I learned quickly that life quickens its pace and amount of responsibility as a person ages. How could I balance out my time so that I could still go to crossfit and keep my other responsibilities?

Well, the entire school year passed by without an answer to that question. Summer came, and I got a job working at a waterpark from 9:30am to 7:30pm. Long days. Hot Michigan summer. Crossfit sessions from 9am until 7pm at Champions Club. How was I supposed to go- SESSIONS WERE THE SAME TIME AS WORK!!! **cue tears, and shouting frustration**

So I told myself I would run between 1-3 miles each morning and do some type of workout when I got home from work each day. Yeah, well that lasted about three weeks. It just seemed like time was against me. Why? What did I do? Why couldn’t I make this work?

Enter- senior year. Yes, finally, I made it! I never thought this day would come and I was so glad it did, but I was also really sad because I couldn’t share it with the people that meant the most to me. I missed the Box. I wanted to go back; I even kept up with the site, reading articles and posts when I had a minute. My sister Elle even kept going when she could. “Just go with her,” I’d tell myself...but I never went in. I felt like everything was different- the people, the schedule, life in general...I knew I had lost the barely existent credibility I once had, so what would they think of me now? What would they say? Why did it matter so much? I can’t stop thinking like this. WHY? Why can’t I do this. Is it me, or is it them? What changed….how did it all change and why? Confusion is not pleasant, but neither is being blindsided by your own self. So why did I hurt so bad? Why do I still?