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Training with Mat Fraser: Inside the gym with the 2016 CrossFit Games champion

After breaking his back in two places as an Olympic hopeful weightlifter, Mat Fraser was told he'd never be able to lift again. Now he's the 2016 CrossFit Games champion and training for even greater heights.

The brace didn’t work, the doctor explained gently. You’re going to need spinal fusion. You’ll never train seriously again. If you’re lucky, maybe you can go for a light jog.

Mat Fraser fought back tears. He had spent four months trapped in a smelly, sweaty, clear plastic corset that imprisoned him from hip to chest, and for what? Sprawled in a chair in the antiseptic office, he tried to pay attention as the orthopedist explained to him that the break in his back hadn’t healed, and wouldn’t heal unless doctors attached his fractured vertebra to the one above it. Fraser, then 19, had spent the better part of his teenage years working out a dozen times a week in the hope of making the U.S. Olympic weightlifting team, but a fused spine would never be able to handle that kind of torque. It was over.

It wasn’t, of course. Fraser, now 26, would go on to win the 2016 CrossFit Games in one of the most dominating performances in the history of the sport, but in the summer of ’09 he was no champion. He was a kid, a kid who was unexpectedly facing the worst news of his life, and he was scared and devastated and broken.

Physical activity had always come naturally to Fraser. His parents, Don Fraser and Candace Jones (now Candace Fraser), finished 14th at the 1976 Olympics as the Canadian pairs figure skating team, and they encouraged their younger son’s wild side. Mat was swimming before he was a year old, water-skiing at 18 months, downhill at two years. When they, and his older brother, gathered around the TV in their Colchester, Vt., house, it wasn’t uncommon for family competitions to break out. During commercial breaks, “we would clear out the coffee table in the living room and all four of us would kick up into a handstand and see who could hold it the longest,” Fraser says now, grinning. “And then it was like, who can touch their shoulder in a handstand, who can go up the stairs in a handstand—stuff like that escalated.”

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He entered a ski-jump competition on a lark at 15 and won it with a double backflip, which he’d never even attempted before. One day around the same time, a neighbor called Don over. “I don’t want to interfere in what goes on in your house,” the man said, “But I don’t think you’re aware of it: Mat is climbing onto the roof and jumping onto the trampoline and into the pool.”

“I said, ‘Oh, thanks,’” Don says now. He laughs. “I was aware of it.”

And here as well as genetically Fraser probably benefited from his parents’ legacy. They too had flung themselves through the air as children to the horror of nearby adults, so they knew a kindred spirit when they found one.


“We understand when somebody has that kinetic sense and understanding of where their body is,” Candace says. “We totally saw that in Mathew.”

He fooled around with weightlifting at 12 to give himself an edge on the middle-school football team, and quickly discovered his future was not on the gridiron. By the time he was 14, Mat had decided to make participation in the Games a family tradition. With his eyes on Rio 2016, he drove cross-country on his high school graduation day in ’08 to the Olympic Training Center in Colorado Springs, Colo.

A year and a half later, a month before the junior world championships in Romania, he did a clean and heard a snap. He dropped the bar and collapsed, but within days had convinced himself that it was too late to withdraw and downed “a couple of bottles of ibuprofen,” he says. Barely able to walk, he creaked and groaned his way into 15th place in a field of 16. Upon his return to the States, he insisted on an x-ray, which revealed two clear breaks in his L5 vertebra, the piece of the spine closest to the pelvis. After those four months in the brace, he got the news that left him speechless that day in Colorado.

Fraser frantically searched for alternatives and came upon Robert Bray, a neurosurgeon who was working on an experimental surgery that would involve re-breaking the spine and inserting a protein sponge to stimulate bone growth and help it heal properly. If Fraser could get himself to California, Bray would do the procedure for free—but the most he could offer was a 50/50 chance of recovery. That was all Fraser needed to hear. He had the operation on Christmas Eve and spent the holiday—and the following week—in a hotel, unable to move, sleeping up to 20 hours a day.