The power of positive thought

I know what you’re thinking.  “Here we go again with another article espousing the power of positive thought.  Just what I need.”

But here’s the funny thing: it’s true.  I know this because I’ve experienced it.

For me, the eye-opener happened years ago when I took a Dale Carnegie course.  We did a demonstration where I stood up and held my arm out while the trainer tried to push down on it.  But here was the caveat: he did this exercise twice.  The first time, he told me to say aloud, “I am weak and worthless.”  He told me to say it and believe it.  And he also told me to fight him as he pressed down on my arm.  I fought him as best I could, but he pressed my arm down fairly easily.

The second time, he told me to say — and believe — the words, “I am strong and worthy” (or something like that — it’s been years, so I don’t remember the exact words).  He repeated the exercise.  This time, I was able to keep my arm straight and stiff.

I sure became a believer that day.

Examples of this abound everywhere, especially in CrossFit.  I wrote in a previous article that, at best, I could only stick with a fitness program for a few months.  I’ve been going to CrossFit for almost two and a half years (28 months as of this article, to be exact, and counting).  The primary reason why I’ve stuck with it is the support system.  CrossFitters want you to succeed.  They continually push you to be better.  I remember watching the CrossFit games where the announcer said, “CrossFit is probably the only sport where the person who comes in last gets the loudest cheers.”  I have made a number of friends through CrossFit, and I absolutely love the community.

During my junior year in college, I was struggling with something — I don’t remember what it was — and a classmate sent me his favorite poem, hoping it would pick me up.  It did.  It has since become one of my favorite poems as well.  I have a small plaque with this poem hanging on the wall of my home office.  I’ll look at it occasionally, whenever I feel the need.

Yeah, I realize “anti” or “uninspirational” quotes or memes are amusing, and I will admit that I do my fair share of dishing them out.  But whenever I feel like I’m coming out on the losing end of something, I’ll try to put a positive spin on it.  Don’t let negativity suck you into a black hole.  As the poem says, “it’s when things seem worst that you must not quit.”

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How do you want to be remembered?

Have you ever thought about your own obituary?  (I apologize for the morbid thought.)  Dying is something we’re all going to do someday.  When that day arrives, what kind of a legacy do you want to leave behind?

This week, I had the misfortune of attending two different wakes for two different people.  Interestingly, I did not know either person well; in one case, I was friends with the deceased’s sister, and in the other, the deceased and I had mutual friends.  In both cases, despite not knowing the deceased that well, I felt compelled to go.  Mainly, I went to support my friends in their time of grief.  However, both people had compelling life stories that made me wish that I had known them better in life.

I don’t remember the exact wording of the quote, nor do I remember where I read it, but I remember reading something to the effect of “the way you measure the success of your life is by the number of people who show up for your funeral.”  Okay, granted, after I pass on, I won’t know how many people will show up at mine, but I’d like to think that a large number will show up.

(Side note: my favorite rock band is Kansas.  I’ve told people that I want “Dust In The Wind” performed at my funeral.)

Honestly, I don’t know how I’d want to be remembered (or at least, outside of this article, I’ve never really stopped to think about it).  I suppose I’d like to be remembered as someone who was a good person, someone who cared (sometimes too much), someone who gave it a shot, and someone who gave his all in whatever he did.  (There’s probably more to it than that, but it’s not something I feel like writing now, and to be honest, you probably don’t want to read about it.  I’d rather do my thing and let others be the judge of how I did.)

When it comes down to it, how you live your life and how you treat others will likely be your legacy.  So make the best of it.  As someone once said, live every day like it’ll be your last — someday, you’re going to be right.

Albany CrossFit on the local news

This is an addendum to my CrossFit article from Thursday!

I got home this evening, turned on the local news, and whose face did I happen to see on TV?  None other than Shye Evan, whom I mention in my earlier article!

WNYT (the local NBC affiliate) did an article about the CrossFit Games East Regional being in town, and they featured Albany CrossFit, my gym!

Watch and enjoy!

Why I CrossFit

This weekend, the CrossFit Games East Regional will be held at the Times Union Center, which is a mere six miles away from my house.  I plan on attending on Saturday, along with my wife.  I’ve watched the CrossFit Games on ESPN, and I’m excited that I’ll have an opportunity to watch this event live and in-person at a location so close to my home.

Granted, a couple of years ago, I probably would’ve come across the CrossFit Games on TV and kept right on going flipping through channels.  It seems that you don’t truly become interested in an event until you start participating in it yourself.  Case in point: I have an uncle who enjoys watching golf on TV.  I remember thinking to myself, “how can anyone watch golf on TV?”  That was before I started playing golf myself, after which I said, “oh, that’s how you watch it on TV!”  (I used to play softball when I was younger, and swinging a bat was one of my favorite parts of the game.  I was able to hit the ball relatively well.  I thought, “how difficult is it to hit a stationary ball?”  As it turned out, the answer was, very!)

But, I digress.  I’m here to tell you why I do CrossFit, and why it might be good for you too.

I’m a pretty big guy (always have been).  I freely admit that I like to eat, and I tend to eat like crap.  I have nothing against eating healthy; in fact, I’m all for it (and I try to eat healthy when I can).  Mostly, it’s out of convenience (which, by the way, is article fodder in the back of my head; that’s another post for another day).  As a result, I’m overweight (as is most of America).  I’ve developed the classic symptoms of metabolic syndrome, including high blood pressure, high cholesterol, and adult Type 2 diabetes.  (This latter admission might come as a surprise to many of my friends.  I don’t make a secret of my condition, but I also don’t talk about it openly, either — this article post notwithstanding.)

However, I’d never felt compelled to do anything about it, even though I have a condition that could potentially kill me.  Strange as it might seem, the prospect of my own early death has never been (and, in a way, still isn’t) enough of a motivator for me to get off my butt to do something about it.

Until one day, that is.

I’ve been taking medication to control, among other things, my hypertension.  I’ve told people that I sometimes feel like a walking drugstore.  For the most part, it had been (and today, still is) keeping my blood pressure in check.  But there was a period where my pressure kept going up, uncontrolled even by my medications.  I was aware that it was an issue, and I was trying — unsuccessfully, as it turned out — to get it under control.

It was an August day in 2014.  I remember leaving work and I started driving home — and I realized that I was having trouble breathing.  It wasn’t bad enough where I felt I had to find an emergency room, but it was enough for me to notice.

That turned out to be the wake-up call that I needed.

The first thing I did was drive to my nearest Target store to get a new blood pressure monitor (I had one, but it had died).

The next day, I walked into Albany CrossFit, where I first met owner/manager/coach Shye Evan.  I told him about my condition.  I also mentioned that I had tried other fitness programs before, but I was never able to maintain them (the proverbial “I’ll never give this up” and end up quitting after only a few months — if I even made it that long).  I figured that what I really needed was something that was structured and included coaching.  At that time, I knew absolutely nothing about CrossFit.  In fact, when I walked in that day, I wasn’t even aware that it was a CrossFit gym.  All I knew was that I’d drive by every once in a while and I saw athletes on a nice day working out in the parking lot and on the rig they had set up outside.  I figured that they had some kind of program, and I’d check it out to see what it was about.

They had a free trial class that Saturday.  I made it a point to go attend.

Their next (mandatory, for brand-new CrossFitters) introductory on-ramp class started that September.  I signed up for it.  After I finished On-Ramp, I was ready to CrossFit.

That was almost two years ago, as of this article.

I’m still going.

A few paragraphs ago, I’d mentioned that I had tried other fitness programs, and kept them going for, at the most, a few months.  I started doing CrossFit in September of 2014.  I’m writing this article in May of 2016 — and I am still going.  That, in my mind and by itself, is enough of a selling point for me.

I even got my wife into CrossFit (she did her on-ramp class that following November).  She still goes as well.

I tell people that I have a love-hate relationship with CrossFit.  There are days when I look at the WOD (that’s “Workout Of the Day” — CrossFit is very big on acronyms) and say, “no way.”  There are some WODs that push me to the point where I’ll be thinking to myself, “oh man, I’m gonna die!”  Make no mistake: CrossFit is intense.  I won’t kid you about that.

But there’s more to CrossFit than challenging WODs.  First, there’s the coaching.  That is an aspect that has been sorely lacking in all my previous attempts at fitness.  I never played an organized sport (unless you count marching band as a sport — it’s for that reason why I’m capable of doing high-knees; I did try out for my baseball and tennis teams in high school, but never made either team), so I never had the experience of having someone (at least from a physical fitness perspective) tell me what I need to do and how I need to adjust.

(Side note: since I first met him that fateful August day, Shye has become a friend, in addition to one of my coaches.  I’ve since discovered that we have something in common: we’re both Syracuse University alumni.  We frequently talk about our alma mater, including and especially Orange sports.)

Second, there’s the camaraderie.  Since joining Albany CrossFit, I have made many friends in the gym (some of whom I’m now connected through Facebook).  I keep thinking about the Planet Fitness ads I see that talk about “lunk alarms” and “gymtimidation.”  There are plenty of people in the gym who are in much better shape than I am.  But I never feel as though I’m being judged or compared to them.  These people push me, but they push me in a good way.  You’re encouraged to push yourself.  Everyone wants you to do well.  It is not unusual to go into a gym where a WOD is in progress, everyone except one person has finished the WOD (usually, that person is me), and everyone else in the room is cheering on the last straggler to finish (or at least get in as many rounds or reps as possible).  I remember watching the CrossFit Games where only one person was left on the field, and the crowd was cheering for that person to finish.  The ESPN announcer said, “CrossFit is probably the only sport where the person who finishes last gets the loudest cheers.”  Nobody judges you in CrossFit.  The only person who judges you is yourself.

Third, CrossFit is scalable.  Not everyone is capable of doing a hundred burpees in ten minutes.  I know I sure can’t.  I recently did a WOD where I managed forty burpees in eight minutes.  But WODs are adjustable; they are adjusted to people’s abilities.  They say that everyone can CrossFit, no matter your ability.  I suppose I’m living proof of that.

Fourth, there are the strides and improvements that you make.  Before I started doing CrossFit, I was unable to do an air-squat, a tripod, or a (hanging) knee tuck.  I can now do all three, and more.

Granted, I still have a long way to go.  I still look more like a couch potato than a CrossFitter (if you didn’t know me and saw me on the street, you’d probably never know — or even think — that I did CrossFit).  I still need to work on my diet (that’s probably the one major vice where I still plead guilty).  I still can’t do a pull-up, a handstand, or a rope climb to save my life (a couple of my gym-mates set a goal for me — to do at least one real pull-up by the end of the year).  I have trouble with moves that tax my knees (I was diagnosed with osteoarthritis last November).  I still can’t do double-unders (although I can do single-unders like nobody’s business).  And I still cringe every time I have to run or do burpees.

Nevertheless, I’m physically much better off than I was a couple of years ago.  I’ve made major strides.  I’m doing things now that I never thought I’d be able to do.  I’m seeing some nice definition in my arms (it’s pretty cool to get up in the morning, look at myself in the mirror, and be able to say, “holy s**t, I have muscles!”).  And those health issues I’d mentioned earlier?  My blood pressure is back under control.  And the breathing issue I had?  It hasn’t been an issue since.

Walking into the gym that day back in August 2014 changed my life — and, I suspect, likely saved it as well.  I’d always had issues with maintaining fitness programs.  This place actually makes me want to go and work out.

CrossFit is a journey, not a destination.

I’ll see you at the gym!

(A note to my local friends: if you’re interested in trying CrossFit, let me know; I’ll hook you up!)