Finding Crossfit

Hey y’all!

I guess by y’all I mean all five of you that probably read this… but hey, thanks for sticking with me – especially since I haven’t written in ages!

I apologize in advance for the lack of pictures, but I didn’t plan this one out the best. Instead you can enjoy the picture of my Reebok bags, because they’re so aesthetically pleasing.

You see, I started a new job, and I have been pretty sidetracked lately – in a great way.

Aside from the new job, I also started working out at a new gym.

If you’ve read my other posts, then you know I have always loved fitness. However, I was always in the same trap a lot of people fall into: not finding the most effective program for me.

Don’t get me wrong, I have always enjoyed long runs to clear my brain and making my own plan, but little did I know how unfit I was.

A little over a month ago I decided it was time to start something new, so I joined a new gym.

I started doing Crossfit at the end of April. I started doing Crossfit, and I realized I suck.

Crossfit is TOUGH. Tough in an extremely awesome way.

I am addicted like girls are addicted to Target, or like how children these days are addicted to their iPads.

Everyday during workouts you feel beat, exhausted and dead. Sounds fun right? IT IS.

It’s fun because in 20 minutes you’re done a workout that is better than running for an hour. It’s fun because I have more muscle and am stronger than I have ever been in my life. It’s fun because it is a community filled with people who push you to be better than you ever imagined to be.

I am addicted to Crossfit, and I am so suprised.

Here’s why:

  • I had hesitations at first. Everyone made it seem like I would get big. I told myself I would get big. I looked at the Crossfit games athletes and thought I would look like that – instantly. Guess what, I was an idiot – those girls are badass and totally lift way more than I ever will. You don’t get big over night and you control the amount of weight you lift. #silly
  • I was insecure. This is nothing new and I still struggle with my insecurities every damn day, but I was scared I would walk into the gym and look stupid. Guess what? I am sure that I looked stupid, but NO ONE THINKS THAT. No one cares how good you are, they just want you to get better – and everyone is proud of you for trying. To get better you have to take the steps to better yourself. Pshhh insecurities are lame.
  • I never thought I could get fit when I was only working out for 45 minutes. Little did I know in Crossfit for 20-25 of those 45 minutes you are feeling like you could die – aka exerting yourself so much more than you ever would running by yourself on the treadmill. Now a days, I am done my whole workout before I was even halfway done at my old gym.
  • I didn’t think I was strong. Newsflash – no one is strong at first, but I was scared I was, again, going to look idiotic. Little did I know most people build up their strength and no one really walks in lifting heavy…

So what made me go?

When I was out-of-town training for my new job, a coworker of mine convinced me to drop-in at a Crossfit gym in Dallas, TX. I was so nervous to go, but didn’t want to work out on the shitty treadmill at the gym in the hotel so I made myself go. Turns out – I was so into it after the first day, we went back two other times.

Then, while I was still out-of-town my awesome fiance dropped-in at our now Crossfit gym. He told me about it and I told myself I needed to face my fears and just join – it was time to make a change.

From there the rest is history.

I started going to the 5:30AM class 5 days a week (because that class is the only one I can make with my work schedule right now). It’s one of the best parts of my day!

I am such a fan of Crossfit, and I think you should be too. 🙂


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