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Tuesday: Regionals Debrief and Thank Yous (long overdue)

Nutts Cup registration will open this Thursday. Details will be found right here. The first 40 teams to register and pay will be given spots at Nutts Cup on August 11th.  Reminder: Teams will be made up of two men and one woman. Those of you who don’t have a team and would like to be on a team, post your desires to comments. Let’s get everyone who wants to compete teamed up! Don’t be shy. You don’t have to be an elite CrossFitter to compete. This is NOT an elitist event. It’s about celebrating Nutts and having some fun. That being said, with $3000 on the line for the winning team, expect some ringer teams to show up. Regionals Debrief:  Ok, it’s been a couple weeks. The dust has finally settled and I'm neurologically less fried. I’m finally ready to post about my Regionals experience this year, and to thank you all for the amazing support. So without further ado, I will try to keep this short: Many of the most significant moments in my life have come and gone so fast that I don’t realize they were impacting events until after the fact. Usually, it’s hindsight that allows me to see moments of personal growth. But recently, I found myself in the middle of a fleeting moment, and somehow I was able to freeze time and recognize it as a significant moment of growth. Let me explain: I was an obnoxious child. As a five year old, I placed second in my first gymnastics competition (It was a two-time Olympic gymnast who beat me, so I should have been more ok with losing to her). But that’s not the point. The point was how I handled the defeat. I was nothing short of devastated. And angry. Raging, even. I dug up the picture of me pouting on the podium: I guess I can forgive myself. I was five, after all, and I knew nothing about losing gracefully. Unfortunately, this wasn’t the end of my graceless behaviour. Grade three to Grade eight: my track and field career. I wouldn’t show up to the medal ceremony unless I won the event, and I have a distinct memory of throwing my track spikes into the stands after I fouled out of a long jump competition. Needless to say, when I meet people today who say they remember me from the track and field days, I cringe. For me, my ability to win a competition of any kind has been how I determine my self worth, and this has stayed with me until now. This year’s Regionals started out the way most competitions have for me in the past. I was terribly nervous to compete. I felt myself putting pressure on myself that I had to qualify to the Games, assuming that the weekend would be a failure if I didn’t place in the top two. And, of course, I was scared. Scared because I know how hard I usually take defeat, and I didn't want to feel that again. Physically speaking, the competition started out well. Then Sunday hit. I woke up and felt like I needed the jaws of life to lift me out of bed. I have never felt this physically destroyed in my life and actually contemplated pulling out of the competition. I rallied myself, and managed to get through the first event, although it was a mediocre result. I had a bit of a buffer, so I went into the last event of the competition still in second place, with a Games berth on the horizon. In theory, it was even a good event for me. Heavy deadlifts, muscle up, toes to bar, wall balls – all things I consider to be strengths. But my body wasn’t there. I simply didn’t do enough volume this past year to compete with the best in a three-day competition. My body felt like a corpse. The workout lasted 17 minutes, 17 minutes that are still vivid in my mind.  My first muscle up felt like I had already done 30 muscle ups. “Uh oh,” I thought. “Ok, regroup. Keep calm,” I continued to pep talk myself. Then all of a sudden I realized that I actually was pretty calm. I looked up at Patty in the stands. He smiled at me. “Take your time between reps, kid,” he said. I nodded. I took a deep breath and hit another max-effort-like muscle up. I realized at that moment that for the first time in a competition, I was staying calm and controlled when things weren’t going my way. Physically, I was in the process of getting the shit kicked out of me, but emotionally, mentally, I was winning this battle. The old me would have been panicking, throwing her shoes, losing her mind. But there I was, about the lose the lead I had worked for all weekend, but I was somehow still enjoying myself. I literally was just happy being out there seeing what my body could do – for the first time in my life. After the competition, Audrey and Patty gave me a card congratulating me. In it, Patty wrote, “Congratulations Eunice. You’re almost a real person now.” I knew exactly what he meant. The personal growth I felt that day was one reason for my elation, but there was another even more powerful reason I came away from Regionals feeling great as opposed to crushed. With about three minutes left in the workout, I took the time to look into the stands and I saw my crew – all of you.  You were still cheering for me. I was going down rapidly, but I could still see the love in your eyes. In fact, I felt the love grow as my destroyed body failed in front of you. I was actually overwhelmed and got a bit choked up mid-workout. It’s not everyday you get to look over and see your friends and family, some even with tears in their eyes, genuinely watching you, cheering for you, wanting it for you. I can't thank you enough for making me feel that way! AND AN EXTENDED THANKS TO: Sheppy for preparing me for the competition more than you realize. And to Giselle for putting up with my painful skirming through your massages. And Racquel ‘Mother Earth’ for cooking up a feast. And to Audrey for orgaznizin the after party. And to Patty for the best advice I received all weekend: It was right before the fourth event. He says to me, “Good luck, Eunice. I’m going golfing. After this event, go sit by the river and take a moment to think about how ridiculous this whole thing is.” Thank you all!! TUESDAY Tech: Push Press/Push Jerk 5 heavy working sets of: 2 Push Press followed immediately by 3 Push Jerks WOD: Sasquatch (75/55 lbs) 21, 18, 15, 12, 9, 6, 3 SDHP Push Press - Eunice