When I started working out and playing sports I knew I was not the fastest nor the strongest. Granted I was 6.
When my mom married my stepdad I knew it would not be easy sharing space with him or my new brothers. I was 10.
When I got my first job I knew I was low man on the totem pole and that I would make countless mistakes. I was 14.
When I decided to quit the sport that I had loved my whole life I knew how much I would miss it. I was 17.
When I lost one of my best friends that I had known since third grade……well I couldn’t imagine life going on. I was 23.
When I had my first real adult relationship, well let’s just go with thank God that didn’t work out!! I was 24.
When I first saw the man of my dreams (he had no idea) I knew my world had changed forever. I was 27.
When I started CrossFit, it only took about a year for me to know I wanted to share it with as many people as I could and we opened a gym. I was 29.
Playing sports my whole life taught me a lot of things. It taught me about teamwork and discipline. But more than anything sports taught me about hard work. I was competitive long before sports when my mom would play me in Candyland. She will vouch that even then I won and if I didn’t it was the best out of 3 or 5 or whatever the number was that day.
That drove me to work my ass off. Because I knew if I didn’t set my own “go hard PACE” I would never be the strongest or fastest on the team. Not that I was the fastest, but the work I put in was constantly getting me toward that goal.
I adjusted quickly to my mom remarrying and sharing space with our new family. Even that young I set my PACE on when I decided to embrace my dad. It was easy because you would have thought he loved me before I was part of this world. I was also stubborn and gave him a run for his money, but I didn’t allow myself to stay guarded and never let him be a parent to me because I knew he would be great for my life.
I worked at my first hospitality job for 7 years (in college during the summers and some weekends). I set my PACE for how much money I was going to make. Again the hard work from sports carried over into the workplace. I worked in every position of hospitality there is and the four years leading up to opening a gym I was actually a pretty successful bartender. Not much to write home about, but the money was.
My senior year, myself and the other starting four on the basketball team quit before the season started. We had been playing together since we were 7 and felt we were not being treated fairly. Looking back I set my PACE for standing up for myself and what I felt strongly about. One of the best decisions I have ever made no matter how much I missed/miss the organized team and sport I had my whole life.
One of the best people in my life was suddenly killed by a drunk/on drugs driver one beautiful spring day. I set my PACE and stayed in an anxiety-filled grieving period for roughly three years. I set my PACE and chose to run away from everything I had ever known with a guy I barely knew. Clearly, this was a horrible pace to set for me.
Fast forward Brian walks through the door while I was bartending (yeah super cliche) and I immediately knew he was the person I wanted to spend the rest of my life with. I then RESET MY PACE. It was months before he had any idea, I was by no means the flirty bartender. We had our ups and downs and grew together as friends to partners for life.
We started CF and my drive to do something I loved quickly came back. I always wanted to coach but didn’t necessarily want to teach in a school setting. WE set our PACE and took a leap of faith. It was incredibly hard moving halfway across the county and opening a gym. We had to hustle our asses off and hand a card to or invite almost every person we saw on the streets for two weeks free.
Last Thursday I worked out and the WOD was
400 m run
15 kb snatch right arm
15 kb snatch left arm
On the second round, there was only one person in front of me and his shoe was untied. I was roughly 30 m behind him and all I could think is as soon as he ties his shoes I’ve got him.
Before the third round he had to stop and for the first time in a few years, I was now setting the PACE. At this moment my mentality shifted. I have been trying to set the pace off so many other people for a couple of years now and it is time for ME to set MY OWN PACE again. It’s time to grind and focus and work hard. It’s time to get back to better than I was before physically and mentally. It’s time to set a better example. It’s time to do work.
I want to know what in your life you can take hold of and SET YOUR OWN PACE. Don’t just talk about it make it happen. Don’t wait for someone else to get into a routine at the gym with, be the person that someone says you inspired me. Don’t just wait for the promotion you know you need, put a presentation together and go ask for want you want. Worst case they know you want it and plan on putting in the work to get it. Choose something and own that $hit! Have a strong week!