07/28/2026
It’s always difficult to put the CrossFit Games into words.
On paper, this was Alex’s best finish yet. Fourth place. The fittest American woman. Another incredible performance on the biggest stage in the sport.
A year ago, none of that felt guaranteed. Twelve months ago, she was on crutches after a devastating car accident, watching the Games instead of competing in them. There were questions about how long recovery would take, what she would look like when she came back, and whether she’d be able to return to the level she’d reached before everything changed. To come back from that and stand on the competition floor as one of the four fittest women on Earth is remarkable.
At the same time, if I’m being honest, it doesn’t feel completely fulfilling. Not because fourth place isn’t an incredible accomplishment. It absolutely is. It just wasn’t what we came here to do.
We came here believing Alex was capable of standing on the podium, and we trained every day with that expectation. When your goals are that high, falling short hurts, even when the result is something most athletes would dream of. That’s the reality of elite sport. You don’t lower your standards just because the outcome is objectively impressive.
What makes me proud isn’t just where she finished. It’s how she carried herself through every obstacle this past year. The resilience, the discipline, and the willingness to do the work when nobody was watching. She never let the accident become an excuse. She simply got back to work.
So today I feel a lot of things. Pride. Gratitude. Perspective. And Hunger. Those emotions aren’t mutually exclusive. In fact, I think they often go hand in hand when you’re pursuing something at the highest level.
Congratulations on your best Games finish yet, Alex. I love you, mama. I’m incredibly proud of everything you’ve overcome to get here, and I also know we’re both already thinking about what’s next.
The work continues…
