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!


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?



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.


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.