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Old 12-14-2010, 09:52 AM   #127
Andrew Wilson
Join Date: Dec 2007
Location: Johannesburg, South Africa
Posts: 1,132

Originally Posted by Death Before DNF
Lisbeth Darsh from CrossFit Watertown writes:

I will promise to do my best. My best will vary from day to day, from hour to hour, from minute to minute. But in that minute, I will do the very best that I can.
If I can run, I run. If I have to walk, I walk. When I am forced to crawl, I crawl. And then I rest and live to fight another day.
I fear no man but I fear my workout. If I don’t fear my workout, it isn’t hard enough.
I may puke. I may cry. But I will not quit. Ever.
I never cheat. There is no honor in cheating. What joy can there be in a victory I did not earn?
And, this begot an apparel styling:

Now, several months ago, I wrote a piece about whether or not CrossFit was anti-feminist. And, I believe and still do, that CrossFit is empowering, kick ass and a shot to the arm for women of all ages and shapes. However, and this is a major however, CrossFit is a fickle mistress (or master). The spirit of CrossFit can be down right intimidating and for this reason sometimes tough to stick to.

Since, I have moved to La Jolla to work with Marcus, LifeAsRx and CrossFit Counter Culture, I have already wavered in my dedication to CF. This has taken the form of doing less workouts and shoveling out a whole lot of excuses. And, I will be damned, this is my life story. One in which, I picked up a life in New England, and deposited it in La Jolla, thinking simply that being at another CrossFit with a different coach, I would settle and ameliorate my issues with consistency and commitment to health and fitness.

One the one hand, I want to critique the the philosophy of Death Before DNF. Death Before DNF, which means one has not completed a WOD, is harsh. It’s moderately pejorative and seems to go against everything we have been inculcated about the behavior and society.

In plainer terms, we live in a time where mediocrity is celebrated. If one child doesn’t have a particular talent, a parent is taught to FIND (as opposed to CULTIVATE) a certain something nice about their child and let their child develop as they will. This is liberal crap which frankly has not gotten this country far.

So, on the other hand ( probably my right hand begins I am a rightie), CrossFit, Death Before DNF, calling yourself a fire breather…well, at the very minimum inspires someone to look deep inside themselves and question, “Am I living the best life possible?” More importantly, it brings an ugly truth to the fore (at least for me). Anything worth having, achieving or loving requires work. Not namby-pamby, pseudo psychology a la Malcolm Gladwell. But Kentucky coal mining work. Grinding out each day and not stopping.

Henry Rollins wrote for Details a piece entitled, Iron. The following is a portion:

I have never met a truly strong person who didn’t have self-respect. I think a lot of inwardly and outwardly directed contempt passes itself off as self-respect: the idea of raising yourself by stepping on someone’s shoulders instead of doing it yourself. When I see guys working out for cosmetic reasons, I see vanity exposing them in the worst way, as cartoon characters, billboards for imbalance and insecurity. Strength reveals itself through character. It is the difference between bouncers who get off strong-arming people and Mr. Pepperman.

Muscle mass does not always equal strength. Strength is kindness and sensitivity. Strength is understanding that your power is both physical and emotional. That it comes from the body and the mind. And the heart.

Life is capable of driving you out of your mind. The way it all comes down these days, it’s some kind of miracle if you’re not insane. People have become separated from their bodies. They are no longer whole.

I see them move from their offices to their cars and on to their suburban homes. They stress out constantly, they lose sleep, they eat badly. And they behave badly. Their egos run wild; they become motivated by that which will eventually give them a massive stroke. They need the Iron Mind.

Through the years, I have combined meditation, action, and the Iron into a single strength. I believe that when the body is strong, the mind thinks strong thoughts. Time spent away from the Iron makes my mind degenerate. I wallow in a thick depression. My body shuts down my mind.

The Iron is the best antidepressant I have ever found. There is no better way to fight weakness than with strength. Once the mind and body have been awakened to their true potential, it’s impossible to turn back.
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