My good buddy, former roomie, altogether-great-guy Dan commented on my post about Saturday’s workout:
Perhaps this coach was actually doing her job – being a coach? She’s there to help you confront what is keeping you from being the person you want to be. And you’re there because you want to make some changes.
So make some changes. Do what you normally wouldn’t do – so what if you come in last? Like you don’t deserve to be a part of a team, merely because you’re not the best one on it?
Take the coaching Amy; she says wax the cars, wax on, wax off…
My problem wasn’t the content of the coaching, Dan. It was the delivery. Her face was a mask of disgust; disdain oozed from her sweat glands.
And I know you’re going to say, “Take the coaching anyway.” To which I’ll reply, “No. Shut the hell up. (Love you!)” Part of coaching is motivating. What if I scoffed at my student Zeke and said, “Why can’t you just spell?”
(Plus, I don’t mind being part of a team, if I feel like I can contribute something. Maybe in the future I’ll be there, but right now I’m not.)
So was I feeling sorry for myself?* Mos def.
Was she being a good coach?** Fuck no.
*I had taken 45 fourth graders on a 15-hour field trip the day before. I’m giving myself a break for being a little vulnerable.
**Let it be said that this was not one of the usual coaches at CrossFit. Every other coach I’ve had has been helpful, knowledgeable, courteous, and supportive.
P.S. Dan’s pretty much always right about stuff. It makes me so MAD.