The motherfucking switch has been flipped from
“training” to “game-time.”
It’s coming. Whether you know it or not, it’s barreling down on you without pity or remorse. You might even be doing it right now.
The last workout.
Even if you don’t realize it, even if you believe emphatically you are not; You are training. We fail to look at our day to day workouts this way. If you think that way, you just haven’t realized what you’re training for. You’re studying for a surprise test on an unknown subject with hidden stakes which can be up to and including your life.
You are probably sitting idly, reading this on the sidewalk at some trendy café, and then BOOM. Some cheesedick snatches your laptop or your bag and makes a run for it.
Just because you didn’t know you were going to have to come off the bench today and deadlift a car off some snot-nosed kid, doesn’t mean it isn’t game-day.
The motherfucking switch has been flipped from “training” to “game-time.” When you catch the fucker, and pummel them about the head, neck and chest, know you trained for this, perhaps without even realizing it.
There is a powerful mindset, forcing you to live in the spartan, painful present–the now. In competition we know when game day is. We spend our time consciously training for that day, cognizant of it’s terminal, finite nature. There’s a timeline. As we rumble towards that inevitability we frantically squeeze every drop of strength, adaptation and preparation out of it.
When we’re not training mindfully, this is lost on us. The lever often stays on “training” and it gets rusted and frozen there. You
could will suddenly be confronted by an attack or an accident and then panic will overwhelm you because the fucking lever won’t move to “go-time.”
Embrace that shit. There’s no time like go-time. Grope it like a prom date and get all up in its business.
CrossFitters talk a lot about “training for life.” If you believe that (and you should), live it. Just because you don’t have a taper, or a pre-game warm up, or you ate fifteen waffles last night; just because you didn’t know you were going to have to come off the bench today and deadlift a car off some snot-nosed kid, doesn’t mean it isn’t game-day. Whoops, now it is–no wraps, no belts, no tape.
This is your training, motherfucker, and it’s ending one second at a time. Anything could change how earnestly you train and snap the lever from foam rolling to fucking beast mode in no time flat. But, then it’ll be too late; it’s already the end.
You just haven’t realized what you’re training for.
Sometimes there is a deadline: A competition, an event, a surgery date–something–which punctuates the progression of workouts, forcing us to contemplate the meaning within each WOD, each rep, each breath. But most times, there is not.
Realize every single pull-up and power clean could be the last preparation you’ll ever get for the greatest moment of your life. In fact, it could be the last rep period. That perspective will change what you take from each training session. CrossFit–training in general–is a gift, not a burden. Treat it as such.
Approach each day as if it’s the last big workout before game-day–it’s your last day of training before whatever the fuck happens in the next moment. Get every last drop of fun, camaraderie, and enjoyment out of it.
Game-day is now.