Make it count

August 30th, 2010, by

The Clock. It is both my enemy and my friend. Some will live and die for the clock, but the clock can take NOTHING away from me. The clock will not make me shorten my range of motion. The clock will not make me count that last pull-up where my chin didn’t quite make it over the bar. The clock will not make my back round, and my knees cave just so I can make it stop.

I’m in charge of the clock. It stops when I say it stops.  That clock and me are friends, but I’M THE BOSS. When I call “time”, that clock stops for me. My time is written on the whiteboard next to my name and only I know if each rep counted. Only I know if I turned around a few feet early on my run. The clock matters, but integrity matters the most.

The clock tells me my progress, but it doesn’t define me. It doesn’t own me. It’s the other way around. I own that clock. Even when I’m on the 19th burpee of the Filthy Fifty, it’s my job to make that clock stop ticking. It’s my job to do it right. It’s my job to make sure it counts.

Tommy Mo works hard while the clock keeps ticking

Category: CrossFit

10 Responses to "Make it count"

  • Garth
    August 30, 2010, 5:25 pm

    Nice photo effect Jennie! Black and white with the red clock in the background is cool. The picture is appropriate for I know of no other that so dominates the clock like Tommy Mo! :)

  • Lisbeth
    August 31, 2010, 7:06 am

    Love it!

    (And now I must add extra words here because your filter told me my comment was too short. There. Now the filter might like me again. The filter apparently hates brevity. The filter is Faulkner.)

  • Joli
    September 1, 2010, 5:43 pm

    Perfection... this sums up where I want my head every single second that thing is ticking. Thanks for the inspiration!