So I Tried CrossFit

I'm not new to fitness. But I'm not hardcore, either. I've run 5K races, lifted five-pound dumbbells, and dabbled in yoga.

CrossFit, though? Totally different deal.

On January 7, 2019, I went to my first CrossFit "FUNdamentals" class (emphasis on the "fun").

There are a lot of stereotypes surrounding CrossFit, one of the big ones being, anyone who does it has to talk about it. Well, here I am fulfilling that obligation.


What is CrossFit?

CrossFit is a physical fitness company. The workouts, commonly called the WOD (workout of the day), are available free of cost online, but many people flock to locally owned gyms for equipment and support.

The workouts are created to help anyone achieve any fitness goal. Each workout lasts an hour, starting with stretching, then moving into strength training, and ending with high-intensity cardio.

Want to lose weight? Want to crush a personal record? Just want to climb the stairs without huffing and puffing? Then CrossFit is for you.

Here We Go!

I got a gym tour. Cubbies were stuffed with shoes and jump ropes. The personal records board was chalk-filled. A woman bragged about getting her husband's name put on the butt-hurt board. I could feel the love already.

Admittedly, I was nervous. The iron barbels were a wee intimidating. I knew my arms were floppy.

But who starts off in great shape, anyway?

The coaches were extremely patient, supportive, and picky about my exercise form. I appreciated the help. (We all know I needed it).

The hour went by quickly, and I got my ass kicked.

No, I didn't get beat up by a more experienced member as a weird induction ritual. The workout challenged me in a way I had never been challenged before.

Something was different here. I've done group fitness classes before, but not like this. At other gyms, I was gently pushed to work a little harder, but not to overdo it.

Here, a frenzied, sweaty beast spirit burst through my soul and possessed me to burpee harder than I ever had. I tried negative pull-ups and got callouses. I did so many (modified) push-ups I could barely hold myself up.

And it felt great.

Even the next day, when I was so sore it hurt to wash my hands, it felt great.

I tried CrossFit again. And again. And again.

I love CrossFit because I know, every time, I'll get a great workout. I know I'll be challenged and I know I'll get stronger, slowly but surely.

Am I a CrossFitter for life? We'll see.

First week of CrossFit. I'm on the left, in the purple. Picture taken after a sweaty WOD.

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