Yesterday’s devotion was spot on with yesterday’s CrossFit WOD.
The WOD was:
420 meter row
1000 meter ski
420 meter row
2 rounds of DT (12 deadlifts, 9 hang cleans, 6 shoulder to overhead press) 75 lb
420 meter row
Sled pulls
420 meter row (ran because sleds were being used)
50 bar lateral burpees
420 meter row
200 meter overhead plate carry (25 lb)
420 meter row
Sled pulls
420 meter row (ran because sleds were being used)
2 rounds of DT
420 meter row
Trail run (a little over a mile)
Of course, every Saturday WOD is pretty crazy, challenging and almost an hour long but this one took me 1 hour and 10 minutes to finish. It was a struggle for most of the workout including the sleds as we had to pull the sleds towards us (all upper body!). The difficulty was more evident than normal probably due to all of the donuts I’ve been eating this week, specifically the donut tops because I love frosting. There was also a chocolate covered croissant with filling inside that I don’t regret:)
Romans 6:6 knowing this, that our old man was crucified with Him, that the body of sin might be done away with, that we should no longer be slaves of sin.
The devotion was about slavery but not the kind that has to do with chains and back breaking work but sin (the things that keep us from God). There are times I can say I haven’t totally been devoted to God but I’ve allowed things to separate us and I’ve done it on purpose. When that happens, I become a slave to whatever is holding me back from my relationship with my creator.
Those donuts I’ve been eating are like that sin. It’s been holding me back from a killer performance in the CrossFit box and I can definitely tell that I’m its slave as I ate the tops of 3 donuts in less than a half an hour and if there was a fourth donut in the box, I would have eaten that too. It’s almost like my mind shuts off and I’m mindlessly eating, obsessed by the dopamine hit. When I got to the burpees in the WOD and had to jump over that bar, it was like I was a 130 pound sandbag trying desperately to jump a hurdle every single time. It was unbelievably slow. On the rower, I allowed myself to only do the female prescribed meters instead of going for 500 meters which I would have done. And when we were 3 minutes until the hour mark and the coach was about to call the workout over, I was really contemplating not finishing the WOD “due to time”.
Just like a suffered performance in the gym, when I’m a slave to sin, I can tell because I’m less patient, loving, kind, hardworking. My attitude changes to where I say “eff all this” and do my own thing. Yeah, I’m not a nice person and I get pretty ugly. So, what’s the cure?
Romans 6: 16 Do you not know that to whom you present yourselves slaves to obey, you are that one’s slaves whom you obey, whether of sin leading to death, or obedience leading to righteousness?
Pursue Christ!
Pursue: follow in order to catch and continue along a path or route
The pursuit doesn’t eliminate sin. I think there’s always going to be something or someone that separates us from God from time to time but if we’re pursuing Him, we always come back to our purpose/first love. We’re more apt to stay connected to a life that brings meaning.
In my CrossFit world, this means I need to pursue the life of an athlete. That means I’m making food choices that will allow me to perform at my best. These Saturday WODs tend to bring out the best and reveal weaknesses and I don’t need to sabotage that process for a binge session of sugar overload that my body doesn’t know what to do with, especially since I’m over 40.
~Here’s to the pursuit of the best performance I know I can give in life and CrossFit.~
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