We attempt random feats at CrossFit. One being a max box jump.
Here’s Camden demonstrating (click here).
The top five scores go on the board for men and women. I’m not concerned, necessarily, with having my name on the board.
But, when Caleb jumped 37.5”, beating me by four inches, mom was jumping again.
I wasted no time starting on a 24” box and moving up. I set up the 30” box.
With one successful jump, I decided to leap once more onto the 30” before stacking plates on top.
Since we can’t get a running start, I swing my arms for momentum.
And with one swoop of the arms and bend of the knees, I bound toward the top of the box.
Just as my feet rose to land atop the timber and my arms swung forward, my left hand slammed forcefully into the side of the box.
Blood quickly surfaced with a painful throbbing. Before long, two fingers began to resemble sausages.
And today, they are wrapped and wounded.
I’m not sure what’s more damaged. My fingers or my pride.
And this must be why our coach wears this shirt.
So often in life I find myself driven by pride.
And so often in life I find myself having fallen.
The haughty spirit. The ego of a lofty mind. Puffed up.
Just before destruction.
Another coach asked me, this morning, what happened to my fingers.
With these few words, I explained.
I didn’t check my ego at the door.
He took the opportunity to prod.
And how’d that work out for you?
The fall hurts worse when I’ve climbed so high.
Pride goes before destruction and a haughty spirit before a fall. (Proverbs 16:18)
(Update: several of you have been so sweet to ask about our Sharing Sundays. Caleb is still drawing and my pastor is still preaching. But, my camera is broken. Maybe it was being prideful. A lofty lil’ camera. I have much to share once I can take pictures again!)