Tuesday, May 26, 2009

Byers Judges the Northeast Qualifiers

Me with the deserving first place finisher James Hobart of CrossFit Boston. James is, in my opinion, the sweetest, cutest man in all of CrossFit, and I was SO proud of him for quietly and cheerfully kicking SO much ass.


First, I am super behind in all things internet... email, blog posts, Facebook, 603 comments. But it was worth it to totally unplug for the weekend and just enjoy the craziness that was the CrossFit Games Northeast Qualifiers. I'm going to write up a few different posts about the NEQ from my perspective - today I want to talk about what it meant to "judge" an event of this nature.

I went to Albany as a volunteer, as I have no interest in ever competing. Ever. At all. (Just to be clear, for all the people who asked, "So maybe next year?") But I wanted to participate and represent the 603, so I volunteered to judge the events. I had no idea what that entailed, or how much work it involved, or how serious that task would turn out to be. I just though it sounded fun, and a way to be right in the middle of the fray without actually competing.

The first element of judging was understanding the workouts, and the movement standards. As a trainer, I'm used to evaluating the way someone moves - range of motion, body mechanics, flexibility, limitations. But for an event such as this, the movement standards mean everything. An inch makes the difference between a rep that counts and a rep that does not - and one rep can mean the difference between first place and second place. The movement standards were serious business, and we (as judges) spent a lot of time reviewing, observing, questioning and practicing our evaluations.

During each heat, after I introduced myself to my athletes, the next words out of my mouth were exactly the same for every single competitor. "When it comes to the movement standards, do not make me guess. You will not like it if I have to guess." We looked at one rep of every movement before each heat, to make sure everyone was on the same page with what "full extension" looks like and what "behind the ears" means. I told my athletes that I would cue them with the standards if they were getting close to a foul, but that there would be no free passes. And then (since I only judged the men), I put on my most charming, most persuasive girl persona and told my boys that I would feel truly awful making them do even one rep over, and please don't do that to me. I got a few very earnest, very cute boys shaking their heads and reassuring me, "Oh no, I won't, really" to that one.

The second element of judging - and equally as important - was counting. Yep, just counting. Not even counting to high numbers - we never got above ten. But damn if that pre-school skill wasn't one of the toughest parts of the job. I am not a good counter. In a met-con, anything higher than the number 6 poses a problem. I lose track all the time in my own workouts, and you know when in doubt about the numbers, you do the extra rep. Except this weekend, losing count was not an option. Clearly. My athletes needed me to keep track of where they were in the workout. How many burpees, how many cleans, how many rounds. So that was my job. I counted, out loud. If they fouled, I called it and told them why, and then re-counted the rep when they did it right. I told them how many they had done, how many they had left and how many rounds they had completed. I counted like it was my full time job, because this weekend, it was.

The third aspect of my job was to treat my athletes as if they were a famous celebrity - like Paris Hilton, who you know damn well expects someone else to do pretty much everything but breathe and pee for her. When athletes showed up at my station, that is how I wanted to take care of them - like they were Paris Hilton, only shirtless, sweaty and picking up heavy shit. So I asked all of them what they needed from me. If they wanted me to, I yelled at them, encouraged them, coached them. I gave them round updates and time updates. I told them what they were doing, how many they had left, and where to go next. I cued them on the movement standards and reminded them to jump or get their ass down or hit the bar. For those 12 - 15 minutes, I literally ran their lives, and I seriously hope that approach helped them to focus on what they needed to do - move the weight.

The judges had more responsibility than just those 12-15 minute heats, but those workouts were the bulk of how I spent my weekend. It was surprisingly physically exhausting - there was little time to sit, and we spent hours rounding up rolling barbells, adjusting plates and swapping out weights. I must have deadlifted 155# more than I would in a month's worth of WODs, making sure competitors' barbells were where they needed them to be for the next round. And I worked most every heat in a squat or a crouch or a lunge, watching for chest to deck or hips below parallel or chest hitting the bar. I spent a very uncomfortable half hour on the foam roller on Saturday night, just to get my shoulders, hips and hamstrings functional again.

But aside from the physical demands, the mental demands were perhaps the most taxing. I had to be "on" for every single second that I spent in that event area. There was no relaxing, no drifting off for a moment, no allowing yourself to be distracted by the crowd or another competitor or the barbell bouncing hard in your direction. And that was hard to do - there was SO much going on all at once, and it's natural to want to take a step back and see what else was happening. But the job demanded that I give my entire focus and all my energy to my athletes, one at a time. And after two full days, I found that was the most exhausting component of the weekend.

My athletes were all amazing competitors. They worked so hard, and dug deep to pull off one more round, one more lift. They were all exceedingly polite, and the epitome of good sportsmanship. A few of them even came around after their heats to thank me for the coaching or counting or general support, which was unnecessary, but made me feel really good. So to all the men I yelled at, cued, counted for and stole reps from... I am impressed with your gentlemanly conduct, your mental toughness and your strong work. Thank you for making my job that much easier.

There is so much more to talk about - the fun blog stalkers (I mean, readers) I finally got to meet, the amazing vibe and flow and energy of the weekend (thanks in no small part to the organizers), our fun weekend OUTSIDE of the events, thanks to our hosts Matt and Donna Dyson of MaD CrossFit, how Bern from CrossFit New England fell off his rower mid WOD #2... so many stories. Stay tuned for more thoughts from the Northeast Qualifiers.

Judging Jason "Rhabdo" Kaplan in WOD #2, which he completed in just over 11 minutes. This boy is a power clean and pull-up machine.


Explaining movement standards to competitor Patrick Byrnes. (Yes, I tricked my judge's t-shirt out. Would you expect any different?)


I also want to thank Samantha Aurelio for these awesome photos. Sam has a really cool blog of her own, with lots of cool pictures and random musings. Nice to finally meet you, Sam!

10 comments:

Daniel said...

Rebecca and I volunteered at the NorCal qualifiers (I judged two days, she judged one), and had a very similar experience. It was surprisingly exhausting work, but very satisfying and fun as well.

In case you're curious, here's our report and pics: Saturday Sunday

Samantha said...

Yay! My pictures :) You did an excellent job. I didn't realize how tough it was but thinking about it, that's a lot of focus and a lot of time to do it, hah. Great job :)

Melissa Byers said...

Holy crap, I'm an ass for not crediting you, Samantha! I've corrected that - sorry for the omission. It was so great to meet you this weekend, and thanks for taking so many great pictures.

Melissa

Kevin Daigle said...

It was really awesome out there, and great to see you as always Melissa. I actually took note of the tricking out of your t-shirt, as one minute I turned around and was like "WTF....that was a totally regular t-shirt like 30seconds ago...." Really inspiring time out there, can't wait for next year.

"Fat Boy" said...

Melissa,

With your permission, I would like to have David and Jason upload this to the qualifier site, etc.

Great writing as always and I cannot wait to hear how things go with lilpiecuch.

Neal aka "Fat Boy"

Bethany said...

Great post! You described my weekend! It was nice to meet you and I'm sorry I didn't get more of a chance to talk with you.

Anne said...

Love the post! I've been looking forward to hearing your perspective! Looking forward to more qualifier blogging!

Donna-MaD Crossfit said...

Good Times! Anyone who cooks for us and cleans up is welcome anytime. you left so much paleo food we will be fed for weeks. The 'Beautiful People' are welcome anytime. xxox

Samantha said...

Hahaha it's all good. Thanks for the mention, though!

John Durocher said...

Melissa,
Thanks so much for volunteering your whole weekend. Without folks like you there wouldnt be a qualifier> Clearly it was as much work as competing and I am sure as stressful. a