February 11, 2011
Jay Rhodes finds something in CrossFit beyond a big deadlift and a great Fran time.
Through a friend, I first became aware of CrossFit in February 2009 and was immediately welcome to the idea of getting in and out of the gym in well under an hour. I wasn’t quite sure how to follow CrossFit.com, but I managed to find a few workouts I wanted to try. Though I loved the workouts, I was pretty inconsistent with the frequency.
Fast-forward to October 2009. I had started to work out again, albeit inconsistently and with no real direction. I wasn’t sure I’d be able to get back into it the way I was before summer. It was homecoming weekend at my university, and parties were everywhere. My parents were planning to visit but had to cancel at the last minute. My Dad had gotten sick. It sounded like it was probably the flu or something. It wasn’t.
There was one point when he did not move for nearly four days, terrified that the slightest movement could put pressure on his spinal cord and leave him paralyzed. After sitting there in a hospital chair holding the hand of the guy who had taught me to play sports and nearly everything else, and with him immobilized and in severe pain, I made a decision that I would do my best to get absolutely everything I could out of my body. I had proof that it could be gone in a second.