Have you ever had a moment in your life so magical that when you look back, it feels like it was a dream?
That is the only way to describe my experience at Wodapalooza II.
Let's begin about a month ago when I made the decision NOT to compete. The holiday season was in full swing. All discipline had fallen to the wayside. I was eating and drinking what I wanted, when I wanted it. Wodding took a back seat to my social calendar and I was feeling it every time I headed into the box. My focus was anything but my own development as an athlete. I didn't feeel up to the challenge, especially since I was surrounded by my fellow box mates going in twice, sometime three time a day (side note: when you train in the same box as Anna Tunnicliffe... let's just say the bar is high). I kept going in and WODding though not nearly at the level I felt good enough with to compete with. I logged onto the WZA Facebook page and posted a note selling my men's RX spot.
A day went by and no one bit. Not a single comment or message. What to do, what to do!?!?! It's two weeks away and I'm nowhere near ready to compete.
I thought about not showing up.
No Rep.
I thought about having another person WOD as me.
No Rep!
Finally after some sage advice from Jose Y., I thought "Fuck it. Just show up and WOD and let the chips fall where they may"
One.
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