Last year I was a thirty year-old male named Kevi Williams, at least, according to a translation error while anmelding.
It’s too early to tell who I was this year.
As I stood in the Sunday sunshine, waiting for the starting gun and wearing traditional CrossFit black in a sea of neon, I was nervous because:
a) I’ve only taken two ‘real’ runs in the past four months, the longest of which was only 40 minutes long.
b) Instead of training runs, I’ve been swinging kettle bells and doing many, many back squats.
c) It was a 10k (which means ‘fast’).
d) People (especially Germans who have sport clubs for things that aren’t even sports) are pretty serious when it comes to racing. Plus, they usually practice.
But the goal of this city race wasn’t to go fast, per say, but to have fun (if possible); represent CrossFit Ansbach (since I was wearing the t-shirt); and to test how my CrossFit Training has affected my running.
I’d been a runner for about four years before I succumbed to CrossFit’s siren song. My running had changed during that time, especially after reading Christopher McDougall’s Born to Run (who DIDN’T start barefoot running after that?!) and slowly, I was able to change my form to a minimalist style: barefoot shoes, forefront strike. That slow evolution strengthened my arches (a previous weakness) and significantly helped my knee problems.
Now I was adding CrossFit.
I remember Rob once saying that you have to use your ass when you run; and at the time, I wasn’t quite sure what he meant. However, it IS possible to run 4 or 5 or even 6 marathons without ever using the biggest single muscle in your body.
What a waste of potential.
At last year’s race, I’d only been CrossFitting 2 or possibly 3 days a week for 4 months. This time, not only did I have another year under my significantly smaller belt, but I’ve been at the box consistently 5 days a week, doing the Bogatyr training program, which I love because while my life goes to hell, it makes me feel good to be part of a group of ‘warriors.’
CrossFit isn’t simply doing some kind of exercise: it’s about mastering movement.
Mostly, you’re using your hips, core and ass–and when you do it right, it feels right.
These foundational movements are also utilized in minimalist running technique.
That was the biggest difference for me.
When others were wilting on the long, hot stretch with no breeze, I was keeping my shoulders back, my gaze up, and my hips open.
When ‘in the groove’ my core floated along, and I felt light as my feet pushed the ground away behind me.
Mid-race, I was picking people off, staying strong and increasing my speed until the final sprint at the finish.
After the race (and this morning) I could feel it in my butt, which is something new (of course–that COULD be leftover from Saturday’s Bulgarian Split Squats; but my legs didn’t feel tired at all.
I don’t know how Kevi Williams did this year, but as for CrossFitter Mama, when she crossed the finish line the clock said 54 minutes (not bad for a chick turning 41 this week); and she finished strong and smiling–like a Bogatyr should.
It was a PR.
Next stop: Swiss Alps.
After that…the sky’s the limit.
As long as I can take my kettle bells.