Pride Goeth Before a Fall, Probably
Somewhat related: I noticed that in the new Athleta catalog, there is a photo of a woman swinging a kettlebell on the last page. Pretty sweet!
Anyway! I have been wanting to join the CrossFit gym in my area since they opened in September, but kept getting sidelined by injuries and other life crap. Last night, I was finally able to go in for my fitness assessment, where one of the (very nice, down-to-earth) coaches went through some of the moves with me to observe my body mechanics and figure out where to place me. I was very pleased to have tested out of the Fundamentals classes and get clearance to go right into the WODs! Hooray! (Sidenote: the term “WOD” is kind of grody.) This has been a year of some pretty emotionally painful personal growth for me, and I can’t wait to work out some of that junk at the box with my new friends. Yes, I realize that I am pretty much freebasing this particular Kool-Aid, but I think it’s just what I need right now. I need and expect to be pushed, to be in pain, to possibly cry a little. I expect my body, energy level, and outlook on life (especially in the excuse-making arena) to change drastically. I am not going to worry about what the scale says. Scales don’t talk. Hard work does.
Here are my goals for my CrossFit experience, as I told one of the coaches last night:
- Do one unassisted pull up by the end of 2011.
- Do some “man” push ups. I don’t care how many.
- Run a sub-2 hour half marathon (assisted by my new cross training regimen).
The coach was entirely on board with these goals, and I am so stoked begin. I may be typing my next post with my tongue, and I am ok with that.