The skin of my pink palms is tight as I type, the stiffness in my shoulders trails into my trapezius, my quads to my ankles are expelled of all energy.
For the last four weeks, I have been a gym-less gym rat.
I made do during that month of homelessness. I avoided transforming into a couch potato – phew! There were probably a few more rest days than typical, but that was to be expected. I didn’t have the motivation from the WREC encouraging me to slip into my brightly colored workout clothes and kicks after eight hour work days.
I had a few roads to take. 1) Turn into said couch potato. 2) Turn into an ultra-marathon runner. 3) Get out and explore the possibilities around me.
I chose #3. Unfamilar with most fitness facilities in the area, I laced up my Frees and frolicked around town in search of my new home.
I left the first gym in tears. I conquered a sweaty circuit workout at the second. The third was a possibility.
Then I gave in. I walked into the newest spot to sweat in town, North Rim CrossFit, and was introduced to my first official WOD.
I had my first sip of Kool Aid two weeks ago and I haven’t been able to rinse the sweet taste out of my mouth since.
More Kool Aid, please!
I made it a goal via my fall bucket list… and I plan to stick to it!
Running Tuesday’s WOD
It’s easy to explain why I’ve been to the box three days in a row. Besides the fact that my one month membership is unlimited (and I want to make the most of my mullah), I seem to have a strong magnetic force between me and the box. There’s something that’s pulling me there.
I know exactly what it is.
I’ve left the box beaming all three evenings. You’d think as a newbie, I’d feel uncertain and unsure. Big weights are intimidating, I will give you that, but intimated is anything but what I have felt this week. I feel at ease — comfortable, welcomed, and challenged.
For as shy as I have a natural tendency to be, my true bubbly personality shines through when I sweat… when I am in my element.
In a post-WOD, endorphin-induced email to my mom, I wrote something quite simple.
It clicked. It cancels out all impracitcality that is driving across town multiple times weekly to exercise in a bakery-turned-crossfit box for a hefty monthly fee.
Find your happiness — if you haven’t already. Do what it takes. Even if the road is a bit long.
Life is too short to do otherwise.