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.
HAPPINESS.
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.
I used a Groupon to join a box for a month. I downed an entire pitcher of KoolAid during that first WOD. Each visit gave me confidence and I never once felt I wasn’t welcome. Unfortunately, membership prices for all the boxes here are just way too high. So I joined the Y (entire family membership is significantly less than the box membership for 1) and find ways to create WODs that work at the Y. It is not the same, I miss the community, the coaches, and the feel of working out with others enduring the same hell. But I won’t give up on the CrossFit workouts just because I can’t be at a box.
Love this! Glad you found your new fitness home. :)
How exciting! I keep encouraging my husband to try cross fit – I’m certain he’d love it!
Yay! I’m so glad you’ve found a new home : )
I ***loveee*** the last picture – great quote and beautiful background!!!
Thanks :) I made it with Picasa.
SO EXCITED for you. I wish I could afford a CrossFit box. But I have a gym membership and it’s the equivalent to how the WREC was for you. I modify and do CrossFit like workouts!
Great quotes :)
It seems like you found your element! Can’t wait to see more about CrossFit!
That’s amazing! Finding your fitness home is so important to finding your inner happiness. You go girl!
THIS MAKES ME SO STINKIN HAPPY!!!!!!
I think of you often when I’m covered in chalk or busting out box jumps. You are a huge CrossFit inspiration :)