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BoxLife Roundup: The Latest from the CrossFit Community

BoxLife Roundup: The Latest from the CrossFit Community

BoxLife Roundup: The Latest from the CrossFit Community

CrossFit Games 2017 – Day 1

The first day of the competition was not even half over yet when I saw something that made me stop dead in my tracks. A woman had been injured during one of the events. She looked like she might have broken her neck or at least suffered some other kind of major injury. Her face was contorted with pain and she kept looking around for someone to help her.

I knew I couldn’t stay there any longer. I needed to get out of there before anyone else got hurt. So, I ran up to her and asked if she wanted me to call 911. She didn’t answer right away so I started asking questions until she finally answered back “911.” Then she told me what happened.

She was doing a pullup test and then fell backwards into the barbell rack. When she tried to stand up again, she slipped and hit her head on the metal shelf behind the barbell rack. She wasn’t moving and it appeared that she was going to die.

I immediately called 911 and began administering aid. By now everyone had gathered around her body trying to do their best to save her life. At this point I noticed that several people were holding their phones ready to take pictures of what they thought was a miracle worker saving another person’s life.

And then I saw something I really didn’t want to see. A couple of the men started grabbing at her body and taking pictures of her with their phones. As I turned my head away in disgust, I heard one of them say “this photo is going to win me first place for sure!”

I started thinking that maybe I should just leave.

Why should I stay here any longer?

Watching people care more about winning a stupid photo contest than helping other people was depressing. The people here weren’t really trying to help the poor woman at all. They were just waiting around to see if she was going to die so that they could get publicity and rise to fame. I knew I had to get out of there right away!

I looked down at her motionless body. She didn’t look like she was breathing at all anymore. I wish there was something I could do, but it’s too late now. I’ve seen death many times before but it still never gets any easier.

There was no reason for me to stick around for the rest of the competition so I decided I would leave and go back home. There were a lot of people who needed my help and I didn’t want to waste any more time here.

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I had actually been thinking about leaving for quite some time now but always stayed because this place used to be a lot more fun. But now I see that it’s changed a lot and it’s not really the same anymore.

I packed up my stuff and was about to leave when a man tapped me on the shoulder. He told me he was with and asked if there was anything he could do to help. I thought for a moment that he wanted me to stay but instead he just wanted to know if there was anything he could do for me. I said no and left right away.

The entire bus ride home I couldn’t get what I had seen out of my mind. I kept seeing that poor woman’s face over and over again. This is never going to change unless I do something about it.

But what can one person do to save a whole Nation?

I decided to take a few days off from volunteering at the hospital. I still needed some time to think this whole thing through.

What is it that I’m supposed to do? How can I save a Nation when I can’t even save one city? Was the Emperor even real?

So many questions and no answers in sight. I’m either going to have to just forget about it all, or figure this out once and for all!

Part of me thought about contacting the media and exposing everything. I imagined headlines in newspapers and top stories on the news about the truth coming out at last. Then afterwards, life would be a little better because people would know the truth and be inspired to help one another.

But that would also mean I’d have to give up my own privacy as well since I’d be spotlighted as the hero. I’m not really looking for fame so that idea was quickly discarded.

I thought about contacting the government and sharing everything I knew. If the right people heard what was going on, they would definitely try to do something about it. The problem with this idea is that I’d have to tell the whole truth and there’s no way I could know how they would react to that. They might even think I’m a threat and do something drastic.

There was also the fact that I still hadn’t found a way to communicate with the Emperor directly.

If I told someone else about everything and they decided to take action, what if they tried to capture the Emperor in order to interrogate him?

That would be bad because it would agitate him enough to summon up a tornado or something and start destroying the continent.

Not to mention, if I told them everything they might not even believe me.

What evidence do I have really that couldn’t be explained away?

I’d probably be told that I was overworked and had been hallucinating from all the pressure.

A part of me also wanted to just leave everything. To just travel around the country and enjoy what this world had to offer before it eventually died out. I could even take up one of those offers I got from those people who saw my picture and actually become famous.

But then there’s the issue of if I just left, what would happen to this world? Would someone else come along that actually would be able to fix things or would everything just fall apart completely?

Maybe in time a group of people would figure out the truth behind all this and figure out a way to fix things.

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I sat there asking myself question after question when suddenly it just hit me.

Why am I asking myself these questions?

I asked myself. I’m not the only one who knew the truth behind this world. I’m not the only one who spent a lot of time with the Emperor either.

I suddenly got up and went into my room to get something to write with. After rummaging through several drawers, I found a pencil and a piece of paper and began writing down everything that I could remember about my time with the Emperor.

Then I wrote down everything I could remember about my time here on this world. Next I began to write down all of my questions and ideas. One hour turned into two, then three and before I knew it, it was the middle of the night.

I couldn’t sleep so why not keep at it?

While I didn’t know if any of this would help, it felt good getting everything out anyway. I kept writing until the sun came up and by that time, I had filled several pages. I felt tired but in a good way. Like I had accomplished something.

But then a new set of problems occurred to me.

What was I going to do with all these papers?

I couldn’t very well lug them around everywhere I went. That was too risky.

But more importantly, what was I going to do with them in the first place?

I couldn’t take them with me if I left. I’d have to leave them here and that meant that if someone found them, they might be able to figure out what had really happened.

But then if I stayed, how would I keep them safe?

The easy answer was of course to just hide them but this palace had so many security features that it wasn’t even funny.

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