I've gone back and forth on this for a while. I wasn't going to post it because the thought is still half-baked-and-fully-loaded. But I think one of the hardest transitions I've gone through in the last month is the transition from intense competitive-crossfit training to now training taking a back seat for this season.
I have literal pains in my chest when I think about how much I love the intense competitive training and how much progress and fun I had this summer pushing myself to the limits with my best friends. I probably should have given myself more of a transition time from spending over 2 hrs in the gym everyday, to now being somewhere where the closest gym is an hour away. My body and mind are still (a month later) trying to catch up and adjust to the shift.
As much pain as I feel stepping away for a season though I keep telling myself that God is better. God is more. And at first I was just saying that to try to convince myself of that truth I knew deep down (a truth that had been buried by the immediate grief of sacrificing my crossfit goals and journey for a while) but being here and giving up control to follow and serve where God leads has provided an abundance of peace and purpose that fills even the biggest of crossfit sized holes.
As time goes on, it will get easier although I will continue to miss crossfit and the community everyday, but there's no greater joy than knowing that I am right where God has called me for this season of life and am serving a much bigger purpose.
Crossfit can wait. God can't.
(But also...am I going to travel two+ hours to the only crossfit gym in the country to celebrate my birthday in a few weeks?!...You bet ;))
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