It’s been a looong time since I’ve walked in somewhere and felt like I had the word “newbie” stamped across my forehead. But, last night, I walked into a box (a.k.a. a CrossFit gym), after asking the first person I saw, “Is this CrossFit?” because I was confused by the MMA octagon inside (apparently, they share space with a fighting school), received a chuckle and sat down on the first piece of furniture I saw. Completely intimidated.
First, let me mention that intimidation is not really in my vocabulary. On a daily basis, I’m in the company of judges, lawyers, nasty witnesses, defendants - -and it’s almost always in an adversarial arena. I argue for a living, so there is no room for fear, self-doubt or wimpiness. So, for me to be scared to start an exercise regime is kind of laughable. Unless, of course, you’re talking about CrossFit -- which, I am.
What I know about CrossFit has been gleaned from reading AndreAnna’s blog and FaceBook updates (the pictures of her CrossFit injuries are not really encouraging, but the pictures of her muscles are SUPER encouraging) and from my husband’s past several months of going. Now, my husband is athletic, has always worked out, is a runner and otherwise enjoys exercise. So, when he comes home every single time, after many months, from the box and I ask him how his workout was and his answer is “hard” every.single.time, that is seriously intimidating.
I had told a few people (who are not crossfitters) that I was thinking of starting CrossFit and they all looked at me like I was crazy. They told me I had no weight to lose, so why would I want to do it? Here’s the thing. I lost all the weight I was looking to lose when I began eating primal-style in July 2010 (again, thanks to AndreAnna, my younger sister-from-another-mister). But weight loss alone does not a hot body make. I was feeling pretty good about myself until this summer. Since I was buying size XS bathing suits, I thought I’d be really confident at the pool, but the truth was that I was only buying one piece and ones with skirts because I was so self-conscious about my thighs and stomach. You can still be thin and flabby at the same time.
I eat pretty well, so I don’t believe there’s much more I can do on the diet front that will change my appearance. Which means it’s time to start exercising. And, I don’t like to exercise. I haven’t had the motivation or discipline to keep at it at home, so it made sense to join somewhere. And, after seeing the results in AndreAnna and my husband, I know that if I put in the time and effort, CrossFit will work for me, too.
So, after only an EIGHT minute workout last night (the rest of the time was instructional), I was beyond gassed. My arms and legs are still feeling like jello today, which shows how far I have to go. However, I am ABSOLUTELY going back tonight! To quote a wise lady, “today is the first day of the rest of your fit body.”
Amen.
First, let me mention that intimidation is not really in my vocabulary. On a daily basis, I’m in the company of judges, lawyers, nasty witnesses, defendants - -and it’s almost always in an adversarial arena. I argue for a living, so there is no room for fear, self-doubt or wimpiness. So, for me to be scared to start an exercise regime is kind of laughable. Unless, of course, you’re talking about CrossFit -- which, I am.
What I know about CrossFit has been gleaned from reading AndreAnna’s blog and FaceBook updates (the pictures of her CrossFit injuries are not really encouraging, but the pictures of her muscles are SUPER encouraging) and from my husband’s past several months of going. Now, my husband is athletic, has always worked out, is a runner and otherwise enjoys exercise. So, when he comes home every single time, after many months, from the box and I ask him how his workout was and his answer is “hard” every.single.time, that is seriously intimidating.
I had told a few people (who are not crossfitters) that I was thinking of starting CrossFit and they all looked at me like I was crazy. They told me I had no weight to lose, so why would I want to do it? Here’s the thing. I lost all the weight I was looking to lose when I began eating primal-style in July 2010 (again, thanks to AndreAnna, my younger sister-from-another-mister). But weight loss alone does not a hot body make. I was feeling pretty good about myself until this summer. Since I was buying size XS bathing suits, I thought I’d be really confident at the pool, but the truth was that I was only buying one piece and ones with skirts because I was so self-conscious about my thighs and stomach. You can still be thin and flabby at the same time.
I eat pretty well, so I don’t believe there’s much more I can do on the diet front that will change my appearance. Which means it’s time to start exercising. And, I don’t like to exercise. I haven’t had the motivation or discipline to keep at it at home, so it made sense to join somewhere. And, after seeing the results in AndreAnna and my husband, I know that if I put in the time and effort, CrossFit will work for me, too.
So, after only an EIGHT minute workout last night (the rest of the time was instructional), I was beyond gassed. My arms and legs are still feeling like jello today, which shows how far I have to go. However, I am ABSOLUTELY going back tonight! To quote a wise lady, “today is the first day of the rest of your fit body.”
Amen.
3 comments:
So I wrote a comment and it ate it. BLARGH.
ANYWAYS, what I said was that I am so so proud of you and know you're going to kick ass no matter what.
My best piece of advice? FINISH. Even when the time is up, even when you want to cry, even when you think you can't. FINISH.
Love you, girl!
I'm going to love reading your journey as you kick the ass of CF. I've been toying with the idea of going to my local box. I admit I'm intimidated and crap my britches each time I think of it.
Totally hoping to gain more assurance through you!!
You've got this and I can't wait to read about it!!
I miss your blog!!!
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