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March 14, 2025

March 14, 2025

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I'm Athena, "Bean," a dedicated advocate for training larger-bodied athletes. Since my first CrossFit story in 2018, I've become a CFL2, owner of Scaled Nation Training, and creator of "Working with Larger Bodies" seminar. I've also written "Lifting the Wait," with sequel "Waitless" coming soon.

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The illusion of leadership

I used to believe that when someone stepped onto your deck as a captain of sorts, they held a steady hand at the helm. A leader, a guide—someone who navigated with purpose, who knew the weight of responsibility and carried it well. But not all captains are cut from the same cloth.

Some revel in chaos, shout across the seas, believing their voice alone commands the tide. And yet, when the waves rise, when the journey demands more than noise, they are the first to disappear.

Abandoning ship

Without warning, they vanished. A seasoned captain, one who claimed to know every tide and current, should have steered with purpose. They spoke of loyalty, of navigating through every storm, of knowing these waters better than anyone else. And yet, when the winds shifted, when the journey demanded more than just words, they were gone.

They abandoned ship, slipping away without so much as a signal flare, leaving behind only silence and confusion. I kept my hands steady on the wheel, my face calm against the storm, but below deck—where no one could see—the damage was real. I had spent so much time trusting their course that when they disappeared, it felt like I had lost my own. Publicly, I weathered it well. Privately, I searched the horizon for answers, replayed old routes in my mind, desperate to pinpoint the moment the course changed—what I missed, what warning I failed to see.

The ripple effect

The absence was a wound. I blamed myself, though I never knew the crime. Was I not worthy of steady leadership? Did I fail to listen, to see, to understand? The questions haunted me, circling like relentless gulls over an empty sea for months.

At first, I fought the tide, trying to understand the why. But the sea does not return what it has claimed. In time, I realized that some captains abandon ship not because they must, but because they were never meant to stay.

When a captain deserts their vessel without warning—they don’t just take their leave; they take a piece of the harbor with them. It shifts the tides of trust, making every future vessel feel like a potential mirage. It turns calm waters into something unpredictable, makes you hesitate before letting another captain aboard. You learn to keep one hand on the wheel, eyes on the horizon, knowing that trust is not given lightly and that some departures teach you more about resilience than any safe harbor ever could.

Finding my own way

Time passed, and the waves settled. I adjusted my bearings, found a new course, and trusted new captains—ones who stayed the course. I rebuilt, stronger than before, learning that I could navigate just fine.

The sea had been calm for some time. Not without its waves, of course—but predictable, steady, the kind of waters I could navigate with confidence. The storms of the past were long behind me, nothing more than whispers on the wind.

But even the most seasoned sailor is not immune to ghosts. Just when I thought the waters were safe, they drifted in with the tide, unseen but felt, whispering through the rigging, pressing against the hull in the dead of night. You tell yourself that the past has no hold on the present—but then, a familiar wind blows, and suddenly, you’re looking over your shoulder, half-expecting to see the outline of something you swore was lost to the deep.

Ghosts of the past

And then, out of nowhere, a battered ship lurched onto the horizon. For a fleeting moment, a familiar recognition surfaced—a reflexive smile, a brief pause. But just as quickly as it came, it faded, overtaken by the weight of what that presence meant. The waters had been still, the air clear, life moving forward in its steady rhythm. And yet, here it was—a ripple, a disturbance, an echo of something I put behind me. The peace I had built stood firm, but I felt the shift, the quiet tension of an unwelcome tide.

A name, long thought to be swallowed by the depths, surfaced again. Like the shadow of a ghost ship, it lingered just beyond the breakers—silent, waiting.

This was no innocent vessel seeking refuge—it was the same ship that had once abandoned the journey, the same captain who had left me adrift. And yet, as I stood at my own helm, stronger and surer than before, I felt no need for confrontation, no pull to seek closure. The why, the how, the reasoning behind its return no longer mattered. What mattered was that I had rebuilt, and this ship, no matter how familiar, was no longer part of my voyage.

With the clarity of someone who has weathered their own storms, I signaled my position—not in anger, not in retaliation, but in certainty. My ship has a heading, my hands are on the wheel, and there is no room for uncertainty on this voyage. A deliberate cannon blast across the bow—not in malice, not in invitation, but as a clear and unmistakable message: this vessel is fortified. My course is set. No uninvited ghosts will be boarding today.

I watched the distant ship, its presence undeniable, a relic of a past I no longer answered to. And then, just as quickly as it had appeared, the tide took it—no longer a force, no longer a threat, just a memory fading into the mist.

Let it go

There is no anchor here for ghosts of old voyages. I have cut the lines, let the tide take what no longer belongs, and watched as the past drifted out beyond the breakers. Some things are meant to stay lost at sea. That doesn’t mean I hold resentment. It simply means that my journey has continued, my course is steady, and I choose to sail in peace. We can wave from our respective decks, acknowledge the waters we once shared, but the days of sharing a helm have passed.

The sea has its own way of teaching lessons—some are learned in the quiet between the waves, and some, in the absence of those who swore they’d stay. And if the sea has taught me anything, it’s that not all captains are meant to sail with you forever.

Every now and then, my thoughts drift their way—no anchor, no weight, just a passing tide. No regrets—only a quiet wish for fair winds on their journey.

But this ship? It’s not just sailing; it’s surging forward, stronger than ever, driven by the kind of wind that only comes from knowing exactly where you’re headed.

Love,

athena bean

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  1. Wendy Fahrenkamp says:

    Lead from the front coach!!!!!!

  2. Mary says:

    Well said! Sail on, Athena! SAIL ON!

  3. Todd M says:

    These visuals and analogies. A+
    But what I like most about this is the fact that you’ve moved forward but not with bitterness or with pettiness, but with strength. Your ship isn’t waiting in the harbor looking for approval or closure. It’s cutting through the water full speed ahead. That’s power.

  4. Kerri Specht says:

    Winds of change forever blow, some blow in storms and some bring in calm , we have to navigate both. The nuance is recognizing what is truly calm vs brewing storm, looks like you accomplished just that!!! It’s cool you didn’t make anyone “walk the plank” 😉

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meet athena

Welcome to my digital den! Raw stories, real talk, and CrossFit banter—all about building consistency, healing, and an unshakable mindset for lasting transformation.

hey, friends!

Since 2011, I've been on a mission to rewire my own self-limiting beliefs and patterns that were holding me back because I believe an unshakable mindset can be our #1 life hack.

In these parts I not only share my own journey but also lend a hand to others to create a life filled with genuine resilience, purpose, and grit. I'm a big fan of a good cup of joe, chalk, and teaching folks like you how to 'lift the wait'. Let’s get weird. 

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