I returned from my 1771 mile drive on the back roads of our nation from Aromas, California to Ft. Worth Texas and tried to decompress from the events over 4 days. I tried to get on with business as usual, I tried to rest, I tried to spend time thinking of other things, hell I even went fishing but the events of the 2009 Games would not leave my mind's eye - a sort of melancholy snuck in and I just wanted to do it all over again. I began to miss my new found friends and family, the roar of the crowds, the Affiliate Cup, my drunken debauchery with Freddie Camacho (pictured the night before the Affiliate Cup), and all the wonderful lasting moments of fellowship.
This was my second year to be a part of the Games spectacle and God willing it will not be my last. Last year on a whim I showed up to the games at Greg Glassman's request, I arrived a day early and simply asked Dave Castro if they needed any help - next thing I know I was a judge in the 2008 CrossFit Games. In 2009 I was given the honor of offering my services as head of logistics; which was a sort of glorified gopher for Dave Castro who still owes me for food! But I would not have wanted it any other way. The depth and scale of the Games, and CrossFit itself is not unlike a runaway horse, once you get a hold of it - you better saddle up quick, hunker down, and get ready for a wild ride! I bore witness to the spectacle of athletes pushing limits, of sacrifices made in order to compete, and of demons being conquered. I was humbled by the effortless sportsmanship constantly exhibited within a community of like-minded folks. In the barn I sat down and consoled complete strangers and shared tears with these athletes who rose above the self doubt and physical fatigue to watch them rise again to press on.
I also worked with a group of spirited and enthusiastic volunteer staff, hell with that, this was an ARMY! An ARMY of caring, unselfish, dedicated souls who wanted to offer and give service to the spirit of the CrossFit Games, and I was proud to be a part of helping corral, juggle, sweat, steal, and encourage folks behind the scenes. I watched Jamie Budding burn the candle at both ends, she never tired, she was a soothing force behind the scenes and approached everything with class, as a lady of her stature does (I think I love you Jamie, but don't let Tony know that, he can press more than me). All of you who stepped up to volunteer and offered service were an integral part of the success of our sport, all of you were the foundation of the spectacle, all of you deserve the highest of praise and if I might also offer something more - my humblest thank you. It was an honor and God willing, I will see you all next year.