Here it is!

The year we have all been waiting for.

Is it my imagination or does the world at large seem exceptionally excited about saying good-bye to 2016 and welcoming in 2017?

Hope springs eternal I suppose…

Well, I did it!

No, I didn’t leave my alcoholic husband though that may have been easier than what I did do, ha!

I SIGNED UP FOR “CROSS FIT!”

If you’re not familiar with “CrossFit” let me just say this:

It’s fitness for quacks.

Die-hard CrossFit folks are NUTS!

Their words, not mine.

So what made an over-weight, middle-aged, can-barely-touch-her-toes, (not-going-to-mention-the-backfat) woman sign up for such insanity?

Desperation?

Optimism?

Temporary black-out?

Yes, yes and perhaps.

I have a friend who is a Cross-Fit freak.

She happened upon it four or five years ago and as they say, she drank the Kool-Aid.

And now she’s serving it up!

This past summer her CrossFit gym was having a six-week challenge and she encouraged me to try it.

I hated it.

Or more acurately, I hated going, I hated doing it but I did love HAVING DONE IT!

It’s hard, make no bones about it.

After one particular work out, my forearms hurt.

My FOREARMS!

And I don’t mean hurt like “I haven’t been to the gym in a while and my muscles hurt.”

I mean hurt like for three days and the pain WORK ME UP IN THE MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT!

But it works.  Lord knows…

It…

WORKS!

After just six week, three classes a week and I missed some, I felt like I had done more to change my body than in my two years of running.  And I was committed to running, participating in a race every month for more than two years.

CrossFit forces you to change.

And that’s what my life needs right now.

 

 

 

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