I don’t know how many times I drove by, dropped in and chatted at NCFIT-Redwood City. It was more than a few but less than a dozen. My body would tighten, my heart would race and I would get a nervy feeling in my voice box. In my fifth year in the Bay Area, I knew I was heading in the wrong direction health wise and I was frustrated.
I had been working out 3-5 times per week for the better part of a year. I used an app for spin workouts. I really enjoyed them and I enjoyed how easy it was to go with my colleague to the gym at lunch time. I pushed hard but I knew I wasn’t getting a great workout in. I sweated more than I thought possible. But I knew deep down that my body was in a bad way. I didn’t need a scale to tell me that I wasn’t moving the needle (although I religiously beat myself up as the scale was hovering between 265 and 269 pounds). I knew because I wasn’t active while I was coaching rugby…I couldn’t even demonstrate movements anymore. I knew because I was sizing up on shirts. I knew because it hurt to walk downhill. I knew because I couldn’t sit on the ground with my legs crossed. I was a rapidly aging and deteriorating individual.
More often than not, I evaded the tough choice: to step out of my comfort zone and take action. It took courage to say that I didn’t like what I had become. It was hard to remember that I was worth my own effort. I was failing at taking care of myself because I wasn’t ready to try to succeed at changing my life. Finally, I was ready to start taking action.
I knew I couldn’t go on this journey alone. My wife, Julie, is an inspiration because she loves me as I am and for who I want to be in the future. Her patience was long lasting as I took the better part of 18 months to make the decision to start. The second was I needed a community. A community with coaches that would help me invest in myself. A group of like minded individuals that thrived on seeing others succeed and were working on building themselves up. Which brought me to my frequent ventures to NCFIT-RWC.
So I finally joined and started classes in February of 2020. I have the utmost respect for my coaches because they engaged me, repeated themselves and they have had patience. Capra, Brittany, Matt, Ryan and Ali have all been patient. They’ve recognized that sometimes “I can’t” is because I’m broken but at other times I just need the push to go harder. I’ve learned that scaling happens for many reasons. Sometimes I am not there physically. Sometimes I am not ready technically. Sometimes I am not there mentally. All are great reasons to scale. I still make mistakes on scaling, but I am learning to listen and I am learning to keep my vision aiming at the long term: being an active husband and dad that explores the world with my family.
The other part, I had to become a part of the community. This was hard. I felt like a fraud. I used to CrossFit but now I was just a dude with flabs. I was afraid of what people would think. I was scared of what others would say. But I knew that a part of the journey was connecting with people. I did this the same way I did in rugby: a few complaints here (yes, I bitch to much), a few jokes there (sometimes they are a little crass) and often times just being a little too loud. Over time, I just kept talking to people. I was the chatty because I need that connection. I tried to cheer for others (which is hard when they are cheering for you because you are finishing last!) I asked people’s names (sometimes I forgot and I had to ask again!) But I have made friends and it really keeps me looking forward coming each day. I am really grateful that they put up with me…to be honest, I know I am an acquired taste!
So what has happened? Well first let’s look at what I tried before. Whenever I started in the last 5 years, I wanted results in 30 days. I wanted to see something change: whether performance or with body composition. This time I set my goals very differently. I set it on days in the gym (4 days at NCFIT a week) and being able to improve my movements (being able to hike longer and recover quicker). So I committed to both of these things. Slowly, I had small wins like a movement win by completing a partner lunge workout (yep, I had found my ability to lunge again!) I was able to front squat including a front rack with a stable shoulder (yep, too much time in the front row equals jacked shoulder joints 🤦♂️). I was able to seek out scaling options that allowed me to keep working out (definitely humbling but worth it 🤷♂️ ). I’ve had more than 30 weeks of 4+ workouts in a week! These are wins for me.
Then in June, the weight started to drop off…it was like the 90 day challenge was over and now I was going to start seeing the results. The weight came off slowly, but it was coming off consistently. Of course, I was stoked. By the middle of August, I was about 20 pounds down and I wanted to stabilize. See if I could hold a weight…which I have done. The other major break through came with the fact that I could sit on the floor CROSSLEGGED! That was fucking huge. Before sitting on the floor with my kids was miserable, so that I day was able to meditate sitting on the floor was an unbelievable feeling. I was hitting my goals and I was getting results…I just had to learn patience.
Yet even as I start to achieve my goals, I know the journey is just beginning. I know I’m ready to keep turning up, being present and remembering that the work gets done with small intentional actions over the long run. This is just me trying to celebrate the wins and remember a piece of the journey.