Oct 22 2012
Saturday I competed in my first CrossFit competition -- one for Master's ages 50 to 55 -- and failed miserably, completely humbling myself in front of a big crowd when two key movements failed me and disqualified me more or less. CrossFit is the dynamic fitness regimen that has burst out of its humble garage origins in Santa Cruz and has now spread to become the fitness fad of our times, with corporate sponsorships proclaiming it as "The Sport of Fitness." I took it up in 2008, did it alone in my garage by following the workout of the day posted on the Crossfit site, and eventually joined a local affiliate, Crossfit Cape Cod, in February 2010 after getting drubbed at the CRASH-B Sprints and realizing I needed to get serious to get competitive.
Competitive impulses are going to be the death of me. All jokes about "mind's making promises bodies can't fill" apply here. I ripped my left bicep off of the tendon that anchored it to my forearm last January, I've trashed my back countless times on the rowing machine, my shins are ripped apart from deadlifts and rope burns, my shoulders feel like they've been beaten with sticks ... all in the hope I can actually get faster when the truth is I am doomed to get slower.
The morning competition started with thrusters. I thought I was doing pretty good with 27 in one minute. But no. That was only good enough to tie for fifth place out of eight. It was just about the only thing that went well all day.
Then came six rounds of jump rope, pull-ups, and 85-pound cleans. Rope, I can endure. Cleans I can also endure. Pull ups? Total failure. I made the first round okay, but kept failing the subsequent rounds as my arms gave out. I kept throwing myself at the bar, but the judges wouldn't give me the movement and I came in last.
Second round a few hours later started with an overhead snatch followed by three overhead squats. I had two minutes to hit my max. I did an "insurance" round at 115, then went up to 135 before calling it quits. That got me a third place in the third workout.
The fourth and final workout involved burpee box jumps, wall balls and toes-to-bar. Basically hanging from a pull up bar and swinging my body up until my toes hit the bar I was hanging from. I made it through four rounds then could go no further, and spent most of the time on the clock fruitlessly swinging, and missing. Again, last place. I finished seventh out of eight for the entire competition.
The agony of defeat. I slunk off the floor, tail between my legs, determined to fix my issues on the bar. And so it goes as old age approaches. Here's the final results at CrossFit New England. They were awesome hosts.