“Where in the world is Carmen SanDiego?” A 2015 Traveling Reflection

IMG 3378 e1424813726486 287x300 Where in the world is Carmen SanDiego? A 2015 Traveling Reflection The old computer game, “Where in the World is Carmen SanDiego,” reminds me of my life these days. Other then the fact that she was a detective with a sweet Australian hat and trench coat, interviewing people to solve crimes, that is. I swear I’ll make a post from a state, and by the time I want to make another post I’m in a completely different part of the US, and I’m thinking, well… this is going to be confusing for everyone, and laughing, enjoying the process.

These last two months have rushed past me, so fast that I ended up completely ignoring my birthday because I barely even noticed it was February a couple of days beforehand. All of the sudden I was in an airport and people were blowing up my phone with loving ‘I miss you, Happy Birthday’ texts. To be honest in the last few months it might seem like a vacation, but it was work to keep up with such a demanding schedule. Life happens on the road too, and life was honestly telling me to slow down… whether I chose to hit the brakes or not.

Bringing in the New Year I had been dreaming after the Grid season of the new CrossFit competition season. I would smile to myself looking at 3 competition weekends that me and Kris Clever were the only athletes to even attempt to do, – and know it was going to be FUN! Knowing if training and competing is when I feel most alive, that these three back to back competitions were going to test me to determine my training focuses.

Becky Conzelman, masters athlete of the LA Reign, Ian Berger, coach of the NY Rhinos, and Ken Battison, beast of an athlete from the DC Brawlers and I sealed a team together for the OC Throwdown. Our goal was to WIN and we almost did! As for life happening…. I was training by myself the week before the event and rolled my ankle so bad that I couldn’t do anything but row for a whole week. It hurt to stand, and I was doing everything (seeing my Dr, mobililty, ice, elevation) in my control to get it better in order to not let my team down. When we got together to practice the one-rep max vertical hurdle jump the day before, I wrapped and taped it up as much as possible, and was able to jump without any pain at all. I decided to go into the competition doing whatever we could to win, and I’d tape it up completely for each event, having full confidence it would be ok.

I felt amazing during a few of the events, I jumped over a 46 in. hurdle twice, and almost made it over a 50 in. one! I was a high & triple jumper in high school, and then ran the 400m hurdles in college, so I had basically been waiting my whole life for an event like that, and our team had a BLAST doing it. There was actually a pretty dangerous video that went viral almost immediately after, so it was not a well-planned or tested workout, which was a bummer for OCTD’s already unsafe reputation. My favorite event was the out-door sand pit where we had to sprint–relay pull sleds in our bare feet. It was a RUSH and I still get chills when I think about the dirt spitting everywhere and athletes digging in and leaning forward in pure sprint fashion. Becky led off against Jen Smith, Ian went against Shawn Ramirez, I fought on the same leg with Chyna Cho, and then Ken battled Neal Maddox, taking home the first place finish by only about 2 or 3 seconds. At the end of the third day, we stood on the podium, tying with Neal’s team for 1st place, but because they had more first place finishes they got the 20k purse, and we took 2nd knowing how hard we had to work to get that podium spot.

My first day back, I got the flu, and my mom brought me food in bed because I slept 13 hours trying to kick how sick I was. Another trainingless week happened, deciding at the last minute to still do the Wodapalooza in Miami, Florida. There’s a reason why we called this a “suicidal mission” but I wasn’t going to let anything bring me down I was so insistent on completing it! It reminded me of working at Brick CrossFit a few years ago and committing my brain completely to teaching all 12 CrossFit classes in one day. For no reason at all, I set my mind for it, and was on a mission. No complaining, just put my head down and even though I cut open my thumb on a GHD machine and had to get stitches in the ER after the 6th class, I still went back and taught the rest because when I’m set on a goal- that’s just how my mind works. No one can convince me otherwise.

The atmostphere in Miami this year was one of the best times I’ve had at a competiton, ever. The warm sun, the breeze off the ocean right next to the warm-up area, three rotating stages with 1,100 competing athletes, and there were over 10,000 spectators over the course of a weekend. The first of the two events that stand out for me was the ocean swim event that I had been looking forward to for six months. I grew up swimming competitively, and was destined to see how I could stack up with Games competitors in the water! Getting to combo the open water swim with wall balls and L-Sits, it was a workout I would have written for myself if I had programmed!

That afternoon during the Clean Complex, I picked my outfit out beforehand knowing I’d need a reminder … wearing a “JESUS SAVES, BRO” tank. That day I got to reperesent for the only brand worth representing. I wanted to glorify God and reflect my heart on the outside, so people could see where my strength comes from. After getting a hang power clean PR at 190 lbs, and then being able to do it three more times right after, it fueled me and the crowd full of energy. As the clock ran out and I almost made it to the heaviest barbell, the crowd was electric as they could see my struggle at such a heavy weight, and I jumped around pulling my shirt up so they could read it as people stood up and clapped louder. It was electric, and I’ll never forget that feeling of pride and celebration!

The next competition in line was the East Coast Classic, ECC in Boston. On the flight there, the pilot announced an emergency landing in Kansas City. It was supposed to be a direct flight, and we could hear loud noises coming from below, and the turbulence was hard to bare. The woman next to me was crying because she was scared of crashing, and the guy next to me had headphones in and barely cared. By the time we landed safely we got off the plane and I said to him, “Dude… we’re not in Boston. We’re in Kansas.” He’s like….. “What?” HA, all the chaos of people panicking on the plane and he had no idea. Our flight got canceled as the plane was too unsafe to fly out, and I bought a last minute ticket to reach Boston. By the time I got there I realized how lucky I was to be alive, and honestly barely told anyone because I was still in such deep shock. I spent that weekend not being able to believe I arrived safely, and was distracted by what could have happened, what didn’t, but what almost did.

All the best athletes in our sport were competing individual or team as a show-case of a competition. They said, “it wasn’t a test of fitness” meaning it was only a 1-day with three events that were meant to “awe” the spectatoes – and that they did! The craziest thing I experienced was the way they dimmed the lights, and put a spotlight on the weightlifting platform in the middle of the arena. They played club music as women of all different shapes and sizes approached the same bar to have their turn with 205, then 215, then 225, 235, 245, and 250 lbs!! Single elimination, the weight kept going up, and a 17-year old girl got a new unofficial American Record Clean & Jerk at 245 lbs. It was amazing to be apart of, and honestly humbling to see the amount of girls that were able to put up that kind of “guy weight.” It’s not guy weight anymore!

A few days after leaving Boston in a snow storm, I was on a plane to fly halfway around the world to teach CrossFit in Switzerland. I had been anticipating this trip as my first time teaching an AgerBomb Seminar in Europe, and felt honored for the opportunity. Because of the weekend before, getting on a flight going over an ocean only a few days after an emergency landing and tons of freaky research I’d done on my own, was nerve-wracking for me. I broke down to my mom the night before, telling her that my training was suffering, talking about Regionals coming up again, and my heart was tired and I was just… exhausted. I was lonely, which is a weird thing to admit, but my friends and family were at home and I was always gone, and I’d be with strangers. After counting up that I would be spending around 60 hours in a plane seat in 6 weeks, I should have expected a break-down. She comforted me and reminded me why I teach, and reminded me of how it would feel better when I arrived. How lucky a girl I was to even get to travel the world at all. I love her. We caught up on the way to the airport and I told her I would do my bible study most the way to Switzerland to distract me – and that I did. If there’s anything that can clear up some anxiety, it’s being able to study, read, and be in the word for most of a 15-hour flight.

Being picked up by a gym member at the airport in Italy and driven to Switzerland while chatting about the differences between Italians, Swiss, Germans, and Americans was comforting. I still can’t believe how much I learned about history in general just by learning first-hand and spending time with locals. I ate delicious chocolate, had some Italian pizza, and got to enjoy a day walking around the lake and town with my friend that drove down from Germany whom I had met at a competition a few years ago in London.

The seminar itself was a success, and the athletes were hungry to get advice and learn how to prepare for the Open. We ended the last day with doing 14.4 together, and almost everyone PR’d including myself, and it gave me confidence going into the Open season. I had no idea how many different English levels and accents would be gathered in Lugano, Switzerland for the event! I learned so much about language, and even coaching, as I had to use much more demonstration (visual) and tactical (hands on) cues then I’ve ever used. I definitely became a better coach that week, working with all kinds of lifters. There was an Italian coach there that ripped my lifting apart for hours as I tried to do things “perfectly” at very light weight, and he yelled in Italian and I used the members as translators to communicate. He taught me more in a training session about weightlifting then I’d learned in the last half year.
Saying goodbye to the beautiful lake with the Swiss Alps jutting out of the water, and to my new “friends” that took me to the local castle to gaze around, was hard but I promised I’d be back someday soon.

A quick weekend at home, and having to get an emergency root canal the morning before I left, (life happening) I was teaching at the Faith RX’d camp in Tampa, Florida. Seeing the athletes build fellowship with each other and share their faith was inspiring beyond measure. I realized as the camp begun that maybe this was my calling, that this was why I was brought into the CrossFit world. Maybe all my work in the last few years was to, as our mission statement says, strengthen the hearts of the fitness community, in Christ-centered living and impact. Not because I am well-versed or even know most the characters in the Bible or could teach a lecture or answer complicated theology questions. But instead because I am learning to ask the right questions, and let the Holy Spirit guide me as I learn to listen and try to relate to believers and non-believers. I can learn from people and tell them about who Jesus is, and put life in perspective for what he’s done for us.

As I sit on another plane back from Florida after teaching my final AgerBomb Seminar before the Open, I’m starting to see the light at the end of the tunnel. I plan to teach only a few more times before Regionals, and spend most my time training. Next up for me is enjoying the Open workouts that I look forward to every year, and being involved with my community as I do the workouts alongside them. I am anticipating a trip after the Open to teach in Brazil that bought my mom a plane ticket too. For the first time, she’ll get to hear my full testimony at a seminar, see me teach what I love, and travel and use a passport for her first time ever.

As people see the highlight real of our lives, the highs, the mediums, the poetic, the inspiring quotes, I was moved to write a blog where the truth comes out and people could see the “behind the scenes.” Nothing has changed this year about my goals, or my training. I still have my eyes relentlessly set on making it past Regionals in 2015 to the CrossFit Games. I can’t imagine not training for the individual goal of making it, that never seems to fade away or lose fire. Each year my training stays consistent and I get much stronger and better at competing in the sport of fitness, but here’s the thing – so does everyone else. Here’s to growing, learning, and instead of keeping it to ourselves, spreading our knowledge and love for each other to make the world a better place.



Upcoming Appearances

Getting ready for the open with lots of seminars! Check out my calendar of upcoming appearances and suggest a visit if I’m not coming to your town!

Calendar of events (subject to change):

January 31st – February 1 – AgerBomb seminar at CrossFit Lugano – Lugano, Switzerland – more info
February 13th – 15th – Iron Sharpens Iron Faith RX’d at TNL CrossFit Tampa – Tampa, FL
February 21st – Project AgerBomb Seminar at TNL CrossFit Tampa – Tampa, FL – sign up
February 22nd – Project AgerBomb Seminar at CrossFit HardCore North – Royal Palm Beach, FL  – sign up
March 7th – Project AgerBomb Seminar at Crossfit Lancaster – Lancaster, PA
March 8th – Project AgerBomb Seminar at CrossFit Koa – Cranford, NJ – sign up

Training with Pat Burke, 6x CrossFit Games Athlete

Training with Pat Burke has been the most consistent training I’ve ever had in my life. I’m used to visiting different gyms and training with different groups and people being in or out, depending on the workouts. We all assume most of us are training everyday even if we don’t see each other, but we don’t really know. I used to go from sweaty massacre to another sweaty massacre where we’d have some kind of a marathon session or big group workout, and then I would honestly rest for a while or train on my own and work on what I needed to get better. But it wasn’t consistent because if I wanted to take the time off and go “off program,” it was easy since there was no set schedule, it was just chaos. I’ll give the credit where it’s due though, and that is the training that started this fiery journey, and got me where I am today.

I remember six months ago in December when I called Pat, talking about a seminar I was teaching at his gym over Christmas break. I had already decided while I was living in Ohio that I was going to move home for the upcoming season, but had only told a few people and was bursting with excitement. I was like, “And guess what happens after the seminar?” He’s like… “Christmas?” I said, “ya and guess what happens after that….?” There was a long silence, and I broke it saying slowly, “I’M NEVER LEAVING! I’m moving back to Colorado!” He was totally surprised, I could hear it in his voice, “Well where are you going to …train… what gym are you…” I instantly said, “At your gym with YOU! Pat we’re going back to the GAMES this year man!” He just was silent for a while and said… “OH SHIT….” A few times and we laughed about how much training we were going to be doing as it all sank in. I love surprises.

His wife Janelle was very supportive about the transition, and with their 2-year old and a baby on the way, we built a schedule he could balance training and family. Looking back, she has been such a steadfast partner, and they’ve taught me so much about how caring and trusting a marriage can be.

And so the journey began, where I set out on a mission with one person with the same goal, the first time I had ever done that. No distractions, just training.

There’s something about waking up everyday knowing that someone is holding you accountable. Knowing that if I decided to take off for a few days or couldn’t make it in that he would have to do our programming by himself, or take class, and not that we’re uncapable of training on our own, but it was off the schedule. I learned that people say “Routine is the enemy” and that is true, but a routine in training is not bad. Consistency is dependable, which makes our performance dependable.

We are both very different athletes, as we all are, so we sometimes have opposite strengths and weaknesses. We have different favorites, and I began to learn how to game off him and strategize my workouts just as I would a competitor. For example, two weaknesses of mine are rowing and heavy deadlifts, they just aren’t my favorite. But he’s great at both so I knew early on in those type or workouts that I would have to either accept defeat early, and just try to stay close to him, or just stay calm and do my best… and then try to speed through the other areas of the workout to gain back some time. These are good strategies I need to develop because during competition there will always be someone better then me at a movement, and depending on when I take my breaks and when I make my moves, the experience in training will help me get a faster time, and maybe get me an advantage I can steal the lead with. We both learned to coach, and how to be coached.

Pat is a mountain man. He might as well be, anyway. A Paleolithic caveman that likes the workouts that seem like punishment… and as a natural ex-military athlete (“once a Marine, always a Marine”) he loves training with heavy sandbags and sprinting up hills, flipping heavy dirty tires and running through mountain trails with weight vests on. I remember about a month before Regionals we spent a lot of time getting mentally tough by trudging through grueling heat at altitude. Training at sea level in California for the last three years where outdoors extended to beach training or running next to traffic in the city, I wasn’t used to the mile-high elevation. Outside in the elements where there wasn’t a drinking fountain across the room, a protein shake at our convenience, or trendy music blasting from speakers to ‘keep us pumped.’ We didn’t need it. We depended on our own personal self-talk and the guidance of each other’s footsteps to find our pace.

One day of training sticks out to me that I’ll never forget. We were strapped up with 25lb and 40lb weight vests, running up a steep 600m hill to start, and then continued with rolling hills that looked over the valley of Table Top Mountain. Staying with Pat’s pace until halfway I started letting him break ahead and little by little finding a more comfortable pace. He’s a man of very few words… and all he had to do was turn around and yell, “Hey. Are you training for THE GAMES?” Eyes wide open and completely shocked that he called me out, I sped back up to his pace and my dreams and goals flew through my brain the entire way back.

Learning to ‘train uncomfortable’ has been a personal understatement. The situation and environment in competition might be less then ideal, and learning to adapt in any situation has become my hobby. Lift on uneven surfaces, maybe even on the asphalt outside where my bar rolls around and the sun is in my eyes. You don’t like that bar because it’s too thick or the texture hurts your hands? Go make yourself do an entire week’s worth of training on it so that in case it ever comes up, we’ll be ready.

When the Regionals workouts were announced we finally knew what we were getting into. Training had a direct purpose, and we right away picked out the ones that we thought we could do really good in, and the ones that were going to require the most work. Being new to the South West region made it impossible to picture what any of the other girls were capable of. It had been so long since I had trained with female training partners anyway, I could never gage how my numbers were holding up, and what I “should be capable of.”

As the weekend approached, our conversations got more concentrated and deep. I’ve always asked him questions about different Games events that I’ve only heard of or read about. We discuss how different and advanced the sport is now compared to 2004 when he started, or 2008, the first year he went to the CrossFit Games. He had come far from making it last year, and his goal was to make it back. I said, “Pat someone’s going to win every workout at Regionals. Someone’s going to win every workout. Someone will win the rope climb workout, why can’t that be us?” We agreed that we had a chance to blow up some of the events like we’d been doing in training. The confidence of pre-competition is shaky, filled with doubt, fear, positive self-talk, reminders, visions of completing every workout in the best position possible. When individuals train together, they become teammates, even though they compete individually. We called ourselves “Team Winner” (I’ve got to give Klokov props, he came up with the slogan and it just makes ya feel great).

“Team Winner!” was exactly what I yelled at him before every event as they announced the men’s heats and they ran out onto the field. I over and over was shocked at how he clearly had a “different mode” when in competition. From PRing his snatch by a gutsy 15 lbs to placing 3rd in a workout he was nervous about to winning the rope climb event, his “rise to the occasion” attitude was inspiring.

Going into the third day he was a contender for one of the three qualifying spots, and recovering from being sick as a dog. The flu had spread around and knocked out a bunch of individual athletes, staff members, and teams. He had been throwing up the entire night before, and that morning he was in the hospital getting an IV. Wondering if this was the end of the season for him, everyone was proved wrong as he sucked it up and earned a 3rd place spot on the podium. A sweet, sweet ticket to the Games. “Proven” because through all the pain and life-altering dedication, they are proven to be the best, and will now compete against the best of the best.

I’ve learned how to deal with many emotions over the last year. The lessons I’ve learned are sent straight from God, in answers to my prayers of “what I have planned.” No matter what comes my way, I’m taking it all in, and realizing what I can and cannot control as an athlete and as a woman. For right now I’m living in the moment, and training for the “next big thing,” which is something that will never end. It’s a habit, it’s a lifestyle, it’s a convincing drive that each season brings a more weathered, experienced version of myself.

I am so proud of my training partner. I’m proud of our progress, and as the weeks spill over of NPGL combine tryouts for me, and he’s on track for the biggest platform our sport has to offer, I’m glad to say not much has changed. I’m finally getting to do the “Games training,” I’ve always wanted to do, including lots of endurance, lake swimming, paddle-boarding, wall jumping, adventure races, and of course heavy heavy lifting. He mixes in some “human performance racing” fun with me for my goals, and we’re both getting “fitter” every day.

When in training, it feels like it’s all about the destination, and it wouldn’t be a journey without one. But LIFE happens on the journey, and it’s such a sweet, sweet ride. Read Pat’s story on how he came back to qualify again for this years CrossFit Games.


Going into the NPFL draft

Going into the NPGL draft

If you’ve noticed, the name of the sport has changed from the National Professional Fitness League, to the National Professional Grid League. The “Grid,” is the structure that we race on, the massive pullup, muscle up, HSPU, rope climbing rig next to open space where each team will perform the weightlifting, body weight exercises, and ladders. Shocking news is the announcement of the first match being at MADISON  SQUARE GARDENS, a venue where every athlete dreams of lacing up in. Go big or go home, this league is big-time. The finals for this inaugural season will even be on NBC on Oct 3 @10:30pm ET!

The first step was making it to LA to tryout in one of the combines. I honestly had one of the best weekend performances of my life, as I PR’d three of my max lifts including my Snatch, Over-Head Squat, and Split Jerk. I did well by my standards on the gymnastics, and I loved the skill sets at the first gathering. We were just getting used to the racing, and at first I was unsure of the new specialized team concept and the rules for each specific race. The top 75 out of 200 there made it to the final combine in Las Vegas, where the best of the four combines would race in front of coaches, team owners, and spectators.

Usually at “tryouts,” for any kind of professional league, there’s a level of intimidation amongst the atheltes – and the truth of the matter is, we are competing for spots on a team, where there isn’t room for all of us. But as we huddled up with the coaches for 30 minutes beforehand to go over movements, and pick people that would be best at each movement, there’s a sense of unity. The strategizing over subbing people in and out at specific times and trusting ‘strangers’ with certain tasks and reps brought everyone together. By the time we were out on the court, it was completely surprising how we all knew eachother’s names instantly and cheered eachother on as if we were actual teammates training at a box together.

It’s not just about the “who’s better at what,” when it counts, and it’s not all about stats. The coaches were also watching what kind of teammate we could be, and what affect we had on the rest of the team- negative or positive. Coaching, technique cues, high fives, sweaty hugs were exchanged at the end of matches, when I realistically had just said, “Hey, I’m Andrea, what’s your name?” only hours before! Being able to read my teammates repetitions and when they’re fine, or need help, and being able to communicate came quick, considering just meeting each other.

Something I love about CrossFit is that everyone is training year around to be extremely well-rounded and do all sorts of things they’re not good at so when the time comes, they’ll be ready for the test. I’m not used to taking things I’m not great at, and thinking, “Oh what’s the point? I’m not going to be put in for that anyway. I need to work on my strengths and how I can get my STRENGTHS faster too!” So even though I am trying to keep my training well-rounded, I’ve started doing very fast sprints and running hard before doing tabata intervals, and then racing back. I’ve gotten to practice odd gymnastics skills that in my opinion, some are even more advanced then what the CrossFit Games has had, only because this sport is developed to have specialists on the team. There will be someone who has been a gymnast for 20 years that has been waiting for free-standing hand-stand pushups or L-Sit Rope Climbs or a chance to do 40 Chest to Bar pull-ups unbroken and then get to take a break for 5 minutes. There are a LOT of strong girls out there, and I’m reminded of it in training when I think about dropping the bar instead of linking together repetitions and realizing there’s no “breaking up” sets in human performance racing.

We’re approaching the draft, which is the last step to us being picked for teams! I have been talking to three teams that are “interested” in drafting me, but I also have no idea ‘what number draft pick’ I’ll be. The LA Reign team is hosting my trip to Miami to be present for the draft, so I feel like there’s someone calling me back to my CrossFit roots from competing in the SoCal Region! All of the teams have advanced level athletes, and all the teams will have competitive teams that will grow together as the sport grows and we get more races under our belts. But will I start? What will my roll be? Will I be on a team that’s less known and locally picked their athletes where I’ll be making new friends, or will most of my teammates be big names that I’ll have to really prove myself with to get playing time on the grid?

I said something dorky today in an interview. They wanted me to describe how excited I was to be drafted in the National Professional Grid League tomorrow. I ended up talking about how it feels like when Harry Potter goes to Hogwarts and the sorting hat chooses which house they’ll be in. My fate is in their hands, and I have no idea who will draft me! Right afterwards I said, “Can I try that again? That’s really embarrassing.” The camera guy said, “No take-backs! We’re using it.”

Dangittttt…… haha.

No matter what team I go to, I’ll be getting BETTER this season, and this is an experience I’m so blessed to have. I’ll get stronger and go through strenuous training sessions with teammates knowing i’m not fighting for just myself, I’m bleeding for them too. I will pick up and move to the city that drafts me, so I can spend my time during the season earning my spot and working with my coach and teammates.

The draft is LIVE tomorrow (7/10) at 9:00 am for my Colorado natives on MDT time. It’s live on www.NPGL.com and I won’t find out until the exact moment you guys find out!

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Why Andrea Ager Smiles So Much – Barbell Shrugged

I have been a fan of the Barbell Shrugged show since they first started. I always see the names of the big athletes and who they interview and I get so excited and have to watch! When I used to travel a lot in LA, I would put the podcast on and listen them while I sat in traffic. It made it much more enjoyable!

They asked to have me on the show the week before, so I knew it was finally coming. At the finals of the NPFL combine in Vegas I had been competing all morning, and we got to talk about some fun issues like CrossFit HQ, the future of the NPFL, Regionals, and some real “deep” things that aren’t just about CrossFit, but about LIFE. Real stuff, getting down to the meaning behind all this working out. I was just pumped to make a cameo with them because I’m a die-hard fan!

I hope you watch the show, I am so excited it’s out now. If you want to continue to follow them they release a weekly episode every wednesday.

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Faith RX’d and AgerBomb Seminars

“Faith is taking the first step, even when you don’t see the whole staircase.” MLK Jr

A few weeks ago I was planning on attending a Faith RX’d camp, anticipating a weekend of lectures, scripture, small group discussions and of course, some CrossFit workouts. My friend Becky Conzelman had started this amazing movement to bring Christ into CrossFit, where like-mind people could come together and relate with each other and form a local fellowship. With recognized staff leaders like Spencer Arnold, and Chris Spealler, people from all over were looking forward to attend and learn from these coaches. What started in Colorado has expanded throughout the United States and there are “chapters” we call them, or local bible studies at CrossFit gyms where people are leading and inviting the athletes at their gyms, that are spread out from San Diego, California, all the way to London, England.

I don’t believe in coincidences.

There was a malfunction on the website, and instead of only allowing 30 people to attend, there were 62 people allowed to register before they caught it. The staff of coaches that travels around teaching these camps agreed to add local coaches. So after an intense interview/evaluation process they added three, including myself. The words nervous and excited were an understatement to what I was feeling about stepping in and spiritually coaching these athletes. It is drastically different than just teaching them how to efficiently move barbells…. I was already confident in doing that.

As I was originally planning on attending the weekend, I knew it would be perfect for me to focus on Christ and the word after the chaos of Regionals training and the close of my 2014 CrossFit Games season. But what I didn’t know, was that there would be so much reward in being able to admit insight from virtual strangers on Friday, that left Sunday exchanging numbers and adding eachother on facebook. The support and interpretations of the bible and answering hard questions together in small groups was … irreplaceable. Our lives are flushed daily with CrossFit, and opening up about the source of the inner strength that keeps us going through the trials was something I recommend everyone reading this blog should think about experiencing.

One of the most well-known movements of Faith RX’d is having booths at the CrossFit Games and at the Weightlifting American Open. They gave away the New Testment Bible, with CrossFit athlete testimonies included that talked of their athletic career and more importantly, their walk with Christ. Realizing that it may have been the first time that people happened to receive the gospel, gives me chills on how amazing it is to be a part of this revolutionary movement.

So what does this have to do with AgerBomb seminars? Why am I writing this now, weeks later in anticipation of a new wave? Because I am flying to New Jersey for my first seminar since a month before Regionals and I have…. A special surprise. I have 11 New Testament Bibles with CrossFit athlete inserts to have available for the attendees of the seminar I’m teaching. If no one takes them, then I’ll pack them back up in my Reebok carry-on backpack, not big deal.

My first thoughts were questions that I hoped wouldn’t jeopardize my career. What if it turns off non-believers and makes it so that I can’t reach them? What if men don’t relate to my story, and therefor think that faith isn’t for them? Does this truly make me a bible-thumper? Yes, carrying a backpack full of these at the airport makes me bible thumper… What if no one takes them, and they just sit on a table? What if people of other religions get offended? Does this make me look less professional?

But if people take them, and the gospel can come to life for them for the first time, then I’ll take it as a good sign for the future, and next time I’ll be bold and bring more. God flourishes in my life story and testimony I tell in the beginning of my seminars, and I remind them that the message is not about “my CrossFit career, or my journey with God.” It’s to encourage them with confidence and unity to go forth and follow their dreams. The gospel has lit up my life, and isn’t just the best kept secret that only Christians can share—it’s for everyone.

So at the end of the day, when I look at the grand scheme of things, I can only think of all the reasons why I would bring bibles to my seminars. I’ve been given a sense of clarity and understanding, and I know one thing’s for sure….

Joshua 1:9
“We are called to be BOLD.”


Andrea at South West Regionals

Watch Andrea all weekend as she competes at SouthWest Regionals in Salt Lake City Utah. The best thing is not having to wait for results- you can watch LIVE! at games.crossfit.com by clicking on the live South West link.

These are her event times:

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#AGERBOMB at Reebok HQ

I had so much fun visiting Reebok HQ in Canton last month. It was amazing to see where all the products are designed and get a sneak peek at the awesome things coming your way soon.

We even made a Reebok AgerBomb video!

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AgerBomb in Temple, TX

I got the chance to schedule a last minute seminar in Temple, TX this coming Saturday. Sign up now and tell your friends!

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My stand on the NPFL

The Signature Heard ‘Round the World: CrossFit vs. the NPFL

photo 500x449 My stand on the NPFL

There are plenty of respected CrossFit athletes that plan on over-lapping between CrossFit and signing with the NPFL. It’s an opportunity to display strengths, specialized talent, and perform in an organized season of events that can be easily followed by fans.  This is not only a chance for athletes to make a living from competing, but it’s rare an Individual CrossFit Games athlete would get to have the accountability of a team at their side.

In my defense at the end of the article, (whoops!) I explained it as a “Professional spectator league for CrossFit” in a blog I wrote for my fans, and for my people! They follow my path, and they want my perspective of my experiences. I’m not the most politically correct, but I’m spreading awareness. To say we are doing “functional fitness” and not “CrossFit” at the NPFL would have just been silly and confusing.

I love this fresh and exciting advancement of our sport, and whether I get drafted and play in it, or attend events to watch my favorite athletes compete, I will be hoping for it’s success.

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