Last weekend the South Central Regional competition for CrossFit stayed at the center of my radar. With two of my coaches from Finish Strong CrossFit in Slidell, LA as competitors my attention was fixed on the results as the competition progressed. As the competition went on and the live feed played on my phone everywhere I went I began to get this crazy idea that I wanted to go to regionals next year; not as a spectator, but as a competitor. Continue reading
I can remember as a child sitting and dreaming of a future in professional sports. In fact, growing up the hard part was figuring out which sport I would play at the professional level. I wanted to play every sport and made plans to do so. As an adult I enjoy hearing stories of unexpected people making their dreams a reality. One of my favorite movies of all time is “Rocky”. I know, I know, but I can’t help it. The story of a guy from little getting his opportunity to take a chance and do the unthinkable, in fact the unexpected. Remember, he was supposed to lose.
When I see two guys cutting grass all morning and working out all evening, I can’t help but think of the young Italian guy working in the meat plant to survive and training where he can. These two guys I speak of are Donovan and Christian Ruiz, brothers, friends, and partners. Donavan and Christian work in the elements all day, the only two working a lawn service with the occasional help of their younger brother Jordan, only to spend the rest of the evening in the box working out and training for the future. The future that until a little over a month ago was just a dream.
Christian and Donovan are two of the coaches at Finish Strong CrossFit in Slidell, LA. If you ask them, they will tell you that if they can make CrossFit regionals, anyone can. It is all about putting in the effort, working hard, and having faith. What I love about these guys is that they believe that they have been placed in CrossFit to serve a greater purpose. They have been put there to impact the lives of those they are in contact with through the sport of fitness. Last night as I sat in the gymnastics gym where they spend extra time once per week working on the gymnastics element of their craft they sit in wonder, trying to soak in the fact that they will be driving out tomorrow on their way to CrossFit regionals. Humbled, excited, confident, and above all grateful for the opportunity and support they have been given to live out a dream.
It is an amazing sight, and I am sure a more amazing experience to become a sponsored athlete, a pro athlete. These two men would tell you that they are just a couple of regular guys, shying away from the recognition and almost refusing to be recognized as pro athletes. More than athletes, these two are an inspiration. An inspiration to me, and to those they are in contact with, refusing to believe that anyone out there “can’t do it”. They tell you that you can, and beyond that show you that it is possible. They encourage you and push you, and would give the shirt off of their back if you needed it.
Donovan and Christian are my coaches, but they are also my friends. The fact that they will be finishing off a day of work before they leave tomorrow, had to have a fundraiser and donations to even make the trip to regionals, and still can’t believe that they are even going, shows me the character that represents Finish Strong CrossFit. So watch the CrossFit regionals and look for Donovan and Christian, when you see them know that those two represent all things good and right with the sport of fitness.
I have fallen, once again, into the pit called depression. I seem to be in this pit quite often, at least more often than I would like. I have determined the source; it seems that this happens when I am seemingly distant from a connection with the Father. My heart hurts when it feels no connection with or to God, thus driving me into this pit of sorrow. It always amazes me how much this effects my life in the physical world as well as the spiritual. Continue reading
Standing there hands on your hips looking down at the ground between your feet while most of your weight rests on your right leg, the feeling of sweat running down your brow causes you to lift the bottom of your shirt to wipe your saturated face before any more drips to the floor. Your hair shows only a glimpse of resemblance to what it was before you started. Your legs are shaking, your arms are burning, and you are desperately fighting to regain control of your breathing. At this moment you look up at the lights and think to yourself; “I just can’t go any more.” Continue reading
I know some pretty hard core people who jump on the backs of boars and hunt them with a knife. I have heard of people who jump in the water with gators and a knife and pull them on the boat with them in the end. My friends take a bow and arrow and with the accuracy of Robin Hood striking down deer from distances rivaled by rifles. Hunting is a craft, a way of life, and for some people a means of survival. Most of these animals are prey, what is it like to hunt a predator? Continue reading