It's pretty crazy to me that we are coming up on four months of living out here. A third of a year?? Time flies.
I like to frequently take time to reflect and make note of what's worked, and what hasn't. What was harder than I expected when moving to a new country, and what was easier than expected.
It surprised me how difficult I found starting at a new gym to be. It wasn't like in the past; I wasn't going into crossfit with zero experience, and (for the most part) I felt confident that I knew what I was doing.
I don't know if it was the occasional language barriers, the overwhelming-ness of the move as a whole, or what. But for the first several weeks, every other time Andrew and I had plans to go workout at a certain time, I had an aggressive internal battle with myself around why I didn't want to go.
Yet the quote 'Life begins at the end of your comfort zone' has continued to hold true throughout this transition, and the gym was no different. It took awhile, a few moments of awakening, but it began to get easier.
One day while walking home from a workout in deep reflection, I realized something important. And it's obvious, but it's something that I lost grasp of somewhere along the way, and I think it's something we as athletes all need to be reminded of.
The "rules" of crossfit aren't just something that are sacred to your gym, or your region, or even your country. The rules and expectations of crossfit apply worldwide.
You cheer on every last teammate - even if you know damn well they may not know English - clapping works right? And you don't put your equipment away until every teammate has finished the workout.
You will continue to be pushed outside of your comfort zone, whether you are a new or old athlete, and you don't take that personally.
And there's no feeling sorry for yourself. Which believe me, I had moments where I tried. The extreme attention to the details of lifting form took me awhile to get used to (and not take personally) and eventually I've slowly come to appreciate and value it.
But I won't lie, there were frustrating moments that had me on the edge of tears.
Slowly the coaches are getting to know me; when I'm being a baby about heavy weight and when I actually may need to scale. Just last week I was encouraged to do Grace at Rx weight (which as a side note, figuring out what I'm actually lifting in Kgs vs. Lbs has also been a struggle) and I surprised myself by finishing under 7 mins.