The Snatch

I was recently huddled in the corner, my eyes held open with toothpicks in an utterly unsatisfying Mom-funk. My friend, Joy, knew this because she too has an infant and invited me to join her in a challenge. The challenge includes 8 weeks of the Paleo diet and a minimum of hitting the gym (Cactus Crossfit) 3 times a week. I had vaguely heard of this recent crossfit phenomenon and thought nothing of it since I am familiar (and actually LOVE) working out. (I had just fallen away from working out and blamed it on the children! Good mom points, right?)

I showed up the first day and was immediately outside of my comfort zone. "What is a WOD? You want me to do 25 reps of that? How long is a meter? Touch my toes to the bar?" And I still after 4 weeks don't know what AMRAP means. All I know is I have to work super fast, report how many, and I dislike when it's 18 minutes. But I digress.

Last week, we did a little exercise called the snatch. (Olympic weightlifting people, Google it.) Kevin, my friend Joy's husband, was the coach that morning. I have found all the coaches at Cactus Crossfit to be super informed and great teachers when it comes to explaining the movements alongside of what NOT to do. Regardless of said explanations, I still need a lot of correction and help. NOT THE SNATCH.

Kevin enthusiastically shared that I had "Missed [my] life calling." and I should "put my children up for adoption." Intense, I know. I laughed but then I haven't been able to get that first sentence out of my head. "Missed my life calling." I can't get it out of my head only because I can say with all certainty that I have NOT missed my life calling. I am sure without a doubt that my husband and I have been called to Honduras to serve out great God. I honestly don't know if there is a better feeling. To know that you are at the center of God's will for your life is wholly satisfying. What great work has God set you apart for?