Fear

March 24, 2012 Today was a bitter sweet day filled with actual fear for me. The last day of the Open. The last workout that could help to put CFW in the top 30 and on the way to the Regional competition. However, I have been afraid of this workout since before I even knew what it was. Pullups... and not just regular pullups, chest to bar pullups. OH.MY.GOD. Just a few months ago I was hanging from the bar for dear life with a giant black band pulling with all my might to just get my chin up over the bar... now I have to get my chest to the bar. Yeah, right. Thursday night I spent some of my time at the gym working on my kip and attempting chest to bars. I worked and I worked and with the help of R I was able to figure out a method to get myself through the WOD. That wasnt good enough for me though. I want to be a player in this "game" I want to contribute and I want to do all that I can. My head had to be in the right place and it just didnt feel like it was. I typical...