What do you want for Christmas? Everyone gets asked this question every year. Since this is the first Christmas that CrossFit has been part of my life, I’ve asked for items that I would use in my training. I have a strong suspicion that I’ll get some lifters, I’ll maybe get some knee sleeves, and I may get some sweet new apparel. There’s one thing on my list though that I may not get. This is a thing I believe is on every CrossFitter’s wish list. It’s the one gift every CrossFitter wants for Christmas.
CrossFit is a cult devotion. To those of us that call ourselves CrossFitters, we love CrossFit. There is no other word for it. We don’t like it, we love it. Perhaps that is a curious thing, to love a means of fitness. But, like those of us that call ourselves CrossFitters know, CrossFit is so much more than exercise. For us, CrossFit changes who we are as people, not just as sacks of meat.
I could write thousands of words on the way CrossFit has inspired and changed me in the past 10 months, but this is not the post for that. Many of you already know what I would say without me writing it. For others, you have a similar stimulus and passion in your life and these same themes apply to you.
I have written before on how I don’t care if you don’t CrossFit. That’s still truth; I don’t care. You not giving a damn about my wods or ripped hands or shirtless photos is probably still truth as well. And that’s fine! I try and respect that fact and limit my CrossFit love outpouring to places where YOU have to CHOOSE to see it, as in my social media channels or directly talking to me. I respect that you don’t care that I do CrossFit.
What I want for Christmas is for you to respect that I love CrossFit.
I love CrossFit. Not CrossFit ® or the Games or the physical location of where I do my daily wod. I love CrossFit the crucible. (Crucible is one of my favorite words, period, but especially to describe CrossFit. Crucible – “a place or occasion of severe test or trial.”) I love the challenge of facing adversity, adversity that I would never otherwise face in my middle-class white-collar life. I love how CrossFit challenges me to change and to lose control, especially when I am such a control freak (much more on this topic to come…).
CrossFit plays a very large, important role in my life. For you to not respect that is for you to not respect a very large, important part of my life.
It hurts me when you don’t respect my CrossFit because you are in essence not respecting me.
The one gift every CrossFitter wants for Christmas is for you to respect their love for CrossFit.
You might think you have my best intentions in mind when you tell me to “be careful, don’t hurt yourself” every time CrossFit comes up. You don’t. This is actually semi-insulting. Do you not think I am being careful?? I’m extremely careful when I wod! You reminding me to ‘be careful’ is showing that you disapprove of my passion.
You might think we are just a bunch of wannabe athletes, using poor form to do random exercises with no thought of progression or goals. You could think we are dumb for the high gym dues we pay. Maybe you’re just jealous that we have such a kick ass tight knit family that we get to sweat with on a daily basis?
Or, perhaps you just don’t understand? Would you tell a runner to be careful every time they go out for a jog? Probably not, right? If you’ve followed my blog, you should have a decent understanding of CrossFit. However, I’m not asking you to understand. I don’t understand why anyone would want to run for 26 miles. But, I can respect the passion for it and the challenge and if that’s what you love, then love it.
I don’t understand smoking, but I’m not going to bring that up every time I smell cigarettes on you.
Just because you don’t understand something, it doesn’t give you the right to fear it, or worse, to hate it.
If you want to understand CrossFit, ask me about it. Read my blog. Come do a wod with me! I would love all these things. I would love most if you would respect my dedication to the single most positive influence in my life right now. Well, maybe second most positive influence. But still.
Those of us that love CrossFit talk about it all the time. You know this. My friend and fellow Tennessean Jennifer wrote about the CrossFit divide between her and her husband. He may not fully understand CF, but he definitely respects his wife’s drinking of the kool-aid love.
Respect. Go ahead and think it’s silly that butterfly pull-ups exist, that we warm up with PVC pipe, or that we wear socks up to our knees. Hell I think it’s silly sometimes too! But please, respect us. Respect our love for CrossFit. Respect me. Tis the season.
And… if you really want to get me a gift… I’m getting my Level 1 Certification in Spring 2015. I’d love your support! =)
You turn -> What do you wish people would understand/respect about you?