So growing up with two brothers and going to an all girls high school, people get called names.
We’re taught that stick and stones may break our bones but names will never hurt us.
But they do, right?
There always have been and will be mean girls and mean boys.
Sometimes, name calling hurts more than one would expect it do.
We’re taught to smile and stay strong, be confident, be assertive, breakaway from the discussion, and maybe even find another group of friends to call your own.
There will always be other people to call your friends, right?
But what happens when this person doing the name calling happens to be a boy. Maybe even a boy you like.
Yeah, I’m in my mid-twenties and honestly, I still call guys boys. And sometimes, boys are stupid.
So back to the name calling. So this guy I’m talking about. We’ve been talking back and forth for a few months, he’s gone on a hiatus or two but we still talk.
Well, we had gotten into an argument because he told me I workout too much.
Actually, he called me a “workout freak”.
Yeah, he told me that.
Honestly, I know it shouldn’t bother me that much, but it really did. It’s like one of those things that cuts you deep, deep into your core.
He even went so much to tell me that the amount of time a typical crossfitter spends training less time that could be spent with his or her family. Actually, this is what he said:
“Food for thought. An average cross fit man/woman spends seven hours a week training. For a run/meet that happens once/twice a year. She spends less than 10 hours of intense time per week with her children that need her attention more than 30 times/year. It seems skewed. If the people that spend all that time “training” would invest that time in quality interaction with their family/spouse/kids then life in general would’ve been better for them.”
It took me 15 or 20 minutes to figure out a way to respond to this text. Oh, yeah, this was a TEXT message.
First of all, I’m not married to him, hell, we aren’t even dating (for the record, we’re no longer talking).
But he had the cojones to call me a workout freak? I mean, telling me I workout too much is bad enough, but resorting to name calling?
We’re young adults. Not children, not dating, not a couple, not married!
What he fails to understand is that Crossfit isn’t “just working out”.
Back in November, The Movement Fix posted something on their blog.
Pretty self-explanatory right?
It’s scary true. Crossfit is more than working out.
It’s an emotional and physical outlet.
It’s a way to challenge yourself.
It’s a way for the new neighbor to join a social circle.
It’s a way for you to be a part of something bigger.
It’s a way for you to beat yourself.
No matter your goal, remember why you started.