I’m setting at my desk working away and I see something out of the corner of my eye- a squirrel moving swiftly across a power line 25 feet in the air.

    It moves without fear. It’s supposed to be able to do this.

    It got me thinking about learned fear.

    We trained explosive power with some high box jumps yesterday.

    There are a couple of things in a CrossFit gym that freak people out at first and this is probably top of the list.

    But it’s funny, bring in a group of young kids to do the same thing and no one is scared. They don’t know it’s supposed to scary. They haven’t learned they “can’t” do that yet.
    We see breakthroughs on these “scary” movements all the time: box jumps, rope climbs, handstands…

    Our environment at Outlaw North promotes growth. Not just your fitness, but your mind. Hopefully, more than anywhere you’ve ever come across before.
    I LOVE fitness- but what I love even more is helping people believe in themselves.
    And sometimes it’s not fear of the actual movement that holds one back, but actually a failure to believe in oneself.
    When I see this it genuinely upsets me. It’s actually probably the reason I got into this industry.
    There’s so much out you could be missing out on. From following through on things you want to do [but fear gets in the way], to just the day to day of looking in the mirror and feeling confident.

    The other day we spent about 10 minutes working on pull-up skills.

    I’d just hit a smooth set of 10-12.  Beside me, someone had just come off the bar after a set of 3 with a look on their face that was maybe a little more defeated than elated. I asked her what was up. Typical “I’m not very good at these” response.
    I responded, you’ve had pullups how long? A couple months at most? Shouldn’t you be coming off the bar every time thinking in your head “F**K YEAH! I got pullups now!”
    That’s what I think when I see you doing pullups.

    Same day, different scenario. One of our girls was struggling a little bit on the last 800m run. With about 300m to go I saw her stop and walk for a second. I quickly went out and caught up beside her and ran the last little bit with her. I know what goes through the mind. “Ahh s**t. I can’t stop now…”

    And that’s exactly the point. You don’t need to. It’d be great to stop to catch your breath and have your legs stop hurting. But you don’t need to. You got this.

    We’re almost there. Finish the task. (she did….and she sped up)

    I said to someone in the gym yesterday that I will be helping people believe in themselves until the day I die.

    Thank you for giving me an outlet.

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