The Boy tells me in response to my efforts to get him to go to sleep. Let’s just say it was a “go the f*ck to sleep” moment.
I was saying the same thing to myself last night in the midst of the worst workout ever. Seriously, I don’t recall ever putting myself through so much turmoil in the gym- I couldn’t control my body! Yesterday unseats my first attempt at “Nate” with inconsistent muscle-ups, as my PR for most frustrating training day. The “Nate” debacle was quite a few months ago, so maybe I was due for a “Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day”.
My frustration was magnified because I came into the gym feeling great and it was my day to work on something I love doing- the 3 position snatch. I usually have so much fun with these, and enjoy breaking the snatch down and working on improving my technique. Olympian Cara Head doing a snatch:
Last night, though, I felt like my brain didn’t control my body. I was all over the place physically and emotionally and as much as I tried to regroup and focus I still couldn’t execute. I can accept days when I don’t see 100% optimal physical performance from myself- I think that’s bound to happen at times. What really got under my skin is that I allowed my mental focus to break and let frustration set in. Not cool. One of the things I was most proud of at the North Central Regional (http://games.crossfit.com/regions/north-central/leaderboard) this year was that although I didn’t finish “Amanda” I didn’t allow myself to lose focus and get upset by any failed muscle up attempts. I just calmly worked my way through for the 15 minutes we had to complete it. A weak mental state really snowballs. As I worked last night suddenly I was feeling every ache and pain when I usually don’t feel anything while I’m training. Suddenly every voice, person walking around or crack in the floor became a major distraction. I have successfully max snatched with people diddling around in my immediate line of vision. But without proper mental focus I was literally on my ass snatching less than 60% of my 1RM. I guess it’s similar to when you’re driving- if you’re in a hurry everyone else on the road becomes a bad driver.
The 3 position snatch was just the first item on a laundry list of work I had to do in yesterday’s session, and frankly things didn’t get any better. After sleeping on it, I woke up feeling ready to look at the bright side this morning. I genuinely do think you gain a lot from the bad days. Part of being a competitor means performing when you have to no matter what the conditions are. It doesn’t matter if you’re tired, sore, in a crowded or loud environment or if you’ve had a rough start to your day. In some ways I want to leave yesterday as far behind me as possible. At the same time, I want to remember yesterday because I don’t have a single training day to waste with mental weakness. Now hopefully my coach won’t get me too bad for that clip I threw at him.
“If there is no struggle, there is no progress”- Frederick Douglass