Let Me Gush a Bit about CrossFit.
By Sarah Lena
Man, do I ever suck at CrossFit.
And I’m okay with that.
Well, no. That’s a lie. I’m not okay with that. But even better, I am so not okay with it that I’m working to get better. And I have really great trainers who have warned me, straight up, that it takes women at least a year to acheive an unassisted pullup. A year to eighteen months, they told me.
I was relieved.
Here’s where I am not so thrilled in CrossFit: there are massive amounts of math needed. It’s overwhelming, the math. You need to do 75% of your max rep weight for this one deadlift, times ten rounds, for time, and then find out your quickest round and what quadrant of the sky the moon was in and how fast the train was going. I’m often just like “Round numbers for me, please!”
Also, there’s the fact that I have no clothes that aren’t running-oriented. And I only run indoors, so our box gets MIGHTY chilly in the winter when I just have on running shorts and a tshirt. I should invest.
But here’s what I LOVE MOST OF ALL: dude, I am such a badass. I’m not, really, not when you look across the leaderboard and I’m not really even on it. But in my head? And in real life? I GO AND LIFT WEIGHTS ON MY LUNCH BREAK. I’m doing something that scares the hell out of me every single time, and I look it in the face and I kick it in the cajones. I never have a day where I look at the Workout of the Day and think, “Oh, good, cause I’m GOOD at that” because I’M NOT. GOOD AT ANY OF IT.
But man. Do I love, love, LOVE trying to get there.