I had plenty of reservations about this year's Open. I haven't been training like I should have been all year. My diet sucked for part of the year. I didn't feel like doing it. Whatever.
Those are all excuses and no one is holding me back but me (as I was not so gently reminded before I signed up for this season).
So I signed up only knowing two things: 1) I was still going to hate Dave Castro 2) I'd survive (probably)
Now that the Open is over... I survived (barely) and I still hate Dave Castro.
I impressed myself. Especially in those first couple of weeks, I didn't think I'd make it. There was no way I'd be able to do double unders or chest to bar pull ups. But I did. I got a chance to call Mama Nancy and tell her how well I'd done.
Even more than that, I got even closer with my CrossFit family. Without them screaming at me and cheering me on, ESPECIALLY when I wanted to just quit and walk away, I could have never done what I did. Also, the cheese fries. I could have never gotten through the Open without Pluckers cheese fries after every Thursday night workout.
All in all, I'm way thankful. For the opportunity to shock myself with what I can do and for people who support me.
So now what? I don't know. I'm kind of disappointed I don't have a grueling Open workout to look forward to every week, but I'm excited to get back to consistent training.
And who knows, maybe with more consistent training, I can beat myself again next year.