Some people know the Tribe of this era. It has grown into a wonderful place full of some stellar athletes and some incredible drive to perform well.
I feel like lately I'm remembering this era.
Before there was a dream about going to the CrossFit Games, before there was CrossFit Center City, before there was a whiteboard - there was a truck full of sandbags and small tires, a swinging pull-up bar, a very small schedule, years of Workouts of the Day, and a small group of very normal people.
What they say about most bad parenting in most cases is that it's really just confusion or miscommunication. You bring a child into the world and you are solely responsible for making sure that child learns the basics and is protected. The older they get however, and usually just at the time where they have the ability to take the most risks, the more you find that the child needs you less - and that you have become reliant upon being needed.
It is hard to let go. It is hard to acknowledge when a season is done.
What helps me - what has helped me - is thinking about it - remembering what it used to be like - and telling myself... it's so different now, I don't even recognize it... and I don't mind. How it is now is how it was always going to be.
If something is going to be really good - it is going to grow into it's own thing. You can't control it. You can't hold it back. It is growing because it is good.
I'm pretty sure Tribe has grown like that. It is the people that make it amazing, infectious, and a place where a normal person can begin to feel very special. It's a phenomenon of CrossFit - most of the time it's only the truly surprising people that put in the time.
I feel like a small part of me doesn't miss old Sunday Open Gyms... even though I thought I would. I don't miss when people would wonder over to Rt. 70 hungover and somehow ready to work out. I don't really mind that it's not my camera recording every moment - and it's not my fingers every Sunday typing out a long slew of PRs and things perfected on to the world wide web.
I'd hoped at the time that someone was watching our little Tribe of 15 or so people. I'd hoped that someone else would come in and join us. I dreamed really big dreams for such a small place - for so many beginners.
Every new person was like a world of their own - bringing a different dynamic to the week, challenging everyone in new ways, and causing everyone to hope for the Tribe that would eventually be.
So things change - they become what they are - and all of us have become better. It would be a mistake to think that hanging on to the past could somehow be a good thing.
Change, though frightening for whatever primal reason, is a good thing. It is how we get better. It is how we learn.
I have a lot of love for all of those days. I could go on forever about each and every person I can remember walking through the door. But remembering will only get you so far.
It's no less true today than it was then:
You’ll find, as I did, that excellence boils down to a simple truth: you’ve got to reject where you are before you can get where you’re going. You've got to be better than you were yesterday.
-Jon Gilson