I don't know if I will be able to follow up my last blog with anything that can even remotely come close to what I wrote. I touched something in a great many of you. I received so many PMs, ones that left a lump in my throat, that hitch that makes you swallow and blink a lot and me wishing that I could change things for everyone. I wish there were a way to pop my eyeballs out and let you borrow them, so you can see you as beautifully as I, and the rest of the world do. Then I wish you could do the same for me! This is something we need to work on ladies, any ideas you have, send them to me. I will craft a blog around them and revisit our issues. A brainstorming session on how to heal!
But to get back to my subject line, I did climb a wall yesterday, sort of. It was part of a Crossfit workout. Basically you're doing a handstand, facing the wall and you scootch down the wall. That was just part of the warm up, besides this insane ab work, and rowing and inchworms and I'm not even listing everything we did before we actually got to the workout for the day (henceforth known as the WOD)!
Brad dragged me along on another one of his ideas of a good time, like Sharkfest Swim from Alcatraz. This time into the world of Crossfit. Let me back up a bit. My 9 year old was on a soccer team last year and one of her coaches owns a Crossfit box. He and his wife just added a new member to their lovely family. When we were at the end of season party someone handed that little angel to me, and well don't get me started on how I feel when I have a baby in my arms...That warm cuddle, the little noises they make, how wonderful they feel cradled in your arms, and I swear the top of their head smells like caramel to me, sweet and yummy. Anyway Brad said to me, after speaking to Kevin who owns the place, we're doing Crossfit. At that point of my holding this sweet baby smitten-ness, he could have said, "Oh, yes, after we eat we're doing another Ironman" and I'd have been all "Ok, just let me finish holding this bundle". The old baby diversion, well played Brad, well played. In my absentminded-baby holding-fog-on-the-brain-moment, I agreed to what? I thought after I handed the baby back to his dad. I had to look it up on YouTube. I about barfed, what was I thinking?? Obviously I wasn't. How could I be so foolish I thought? But Brad committed us and I wasn't happy with Triathlon training anymore so here we go.....
............And here I am, 3 months plus later absolutely loving the workouts. They are the hardest, most intense things, and that's just the warm up. I want a shirt that says, "My warm up is your work out". I get my workout done in an hours time, and I am good for the day. It's pretty freaking awesome. And the coaches don't let you have a defeatist attitude no matter how hard it gets. There are no "I can'ts" allowed. You can and you will, whether it's a scaled down version of what the WOD is, or it's the WOD as prescribed. We all walk away feeling a sense of accomplishment, and we all walk away with a workout that is second to none. My workout being just as difficult for me, as Brad's is for him. The camaraderie, the coaches, every one of them, it just rounds out one of the best work out experiences I have ever had.
This is the place we go to http://www.crossfitmidlo.com/. Spartan and almost torture chamber-esque in it's decor, no cushy carpets, no fancy locker rooms/ladies room for comfort, no muzak or soft colors. Just pull-up bars, rings and ropes hanging from the ceiling, weight bars standing at attention in the corner. Spindles with various weight plates, rowing machines, kettle bells, medicine balls....its really IN YO FACE, WAKE UP AND GITCHA ASS MOVING NOOOOWWW kind of looking. And it does affect me like that. I wake up each morning looking forward to what the WOD is going to be. After I put my eyes on, I reach for my phone and go on the Crossfit website to see what I will be inflicting on myself that day. I particularly like the jello-y feeling in my belly when the countdown starts for our workout. That beep, beep, beep and go...
So yes, I climb the walls, I push jerks, I hang, clean and snatch hahaha, had to put those together what a kid I am, but I can so there, among other crazy things I thought this old, gray mare wouldn't be able to do.
Now it's time for this old lady to head to bed, starting in 3 (beep), 2 (beep), 1 (beep).
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