1918843_10154016835846449_6687586755616786565_nFour months ago if someone had said I’d be in togs in public I would have laughed my (ample) butt off and told them they were dreaming. This weekend I completed my first triathlon [cue emphatic applause].  Let me first point out that it was a small one – 100m swim, 3km cycle, 1km run – hardly epic by ‘normal’ triathlon standards. But I still did it. What is even better (in my lazy opinion) is that I did it with minimal training.

What I’ve been thinking about since then is how much I have changed since I started my CrossFit journey. I’m not talking about weight (although that has changed too); I’m talking about my confidence, my belief in myself, and my mental strength. Over the past few weeks this blog has focussed on how CrossFit can improve your life and this is exactly what I’ve been talking about. You don’t have to be the fittest, strongest, loudest, or fastest person. You just have to be you. A better version of you. The best version you’ve been so far.

10271628_10154061612703420_1778904671865751075_nToday I am my best me. Four months ago I was the person who was terrified of putting her face in the water. Today I’m the person who jumped into a pool with over 150 strangers and swam…with her face in the water…for 100 metres. Five months ago I was the person who said cycling hurt too much. Today I’m the person who put up with the pain for 3km (and is still a little tender). Six months ago I was the person who claimed that I’d only run for the phone and food. Today I’m the person who ran hand-in-hand with her friend across a Finish Line. CrossFit has done this for me.

9861_477449245782981_3299919639872444843_nCrossFit has taught me that I can do things I thought were beyond me. CrossFit has taught me that I can push through the pain; to keep moving when I want to stop; to suck it up, take a breath, and put one foot in front of the other. More than any of the physical gains I have experienced, CrossFit has given me a mental strength. I no longer give in to that voice – the one that tells me I can’t. In only five short months, I’ve learned how to give that voice the middle finger; how to try new things; and how to keep putting one foot in front of the other.