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?
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.
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…
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.