I’ve officially lost my mind. I did it. I tried CrossFit.
What prompted this? I’ve been reading a lot of health-type blogs lately and I’ve been extremely intrigued by anything/everything CrossFit related. As in… furrow the brows, squint at the computer screen and go, “good god, how is she lifting that much?” and “if I do that will my body look that GOOD?!?!”.
Sometime last week I said screw it. What do I have to lose? I researched my local options and called one that looked best. After getting my gazillion questions answered over the phone, I said, “okay. Sign me up for 6:30 tonight”. I made sure to arrive fueled (but not full) and hydrated. Still didn’t help the butterflies. omgwhatamIdoing.
Here’s what I didn’t know. Thursdays are a “down” day at this gym. There were a handful of folks in the 5:30pm class finishing up as I arrived, but I was the only person there for the 6:30 class. One-on-one training for my first time out? Score!!! I tried not to gawk at the torture-esque equipment or the ropes and rings hanging from the ceiling. Fifty Shades kinkery, anyone? Anyone?
I kid, I kid.
Here’s what the CrossFit rookie did:
Warmup: Row machine, ring pullups, jump lunges and situps – The ring pullups were ouchie. Luckily they adjusted the pullup position for my weakling-upper-body-strength, but still. Ouch. That’s what I felt the most for the next 2 days.
The WOD (workout of the day):
- BOX JUMPS: Jumping up onto a 20″ high box seems daunting, but it’s doable. Once or twice. (for me, that’s about as high as my kneecaps.) I wound up doing 46 of them total. Holy shit.
- TOES TO BARS: Hanging from a bar and lifting your legs up until your toes hit the bar? Sure I can do that! So I thought…. nope. Tried and failed. Modification: I lifted my knees as high as I could and tried not to swing like a monkey in the process.
- POWER CLEANS (olympic-style lift): This is HARD. I still don’t feel like I fully “got” the form of it, but it was difficult to tell with only a PVC pipe and a 10# bar.
Those are just the descriptions. The actual routine was this: Do 15 of each exercise, then 12, then 9, then 6, then 3, then 1… as fast as you can, without stopping in between exercises. It’s timed.
And I have to say… I loved it. It was VERY challenging, even after hitting the gym hard since April. After doing the 15 reps and the 12 reps, at about the 9 rep point, my heart rate was up to 185 bpm. (On my longest run so far, my HR didn’t get above 175.) I was breathing HARD and wanted to punch the trainer for telling me to keep going, don’t stop! I didn’t, even though I would have given my left kidney for the chance to catch my damn breath. Sweat was running down my face, dripping off my nose. And my language!!! I must have dropped 10-15 F-bombs during the agony. Oopsie. I really am a delicate flower, I promise.
By the last box jump I was dead sure that I was going to under-jump and faceplant on the damn thing… and just as that thought ran through my freaking-the-hell-out mind, the trainer yelled at me, “DON’T THINK! JUST GO!”. I swung my arms and heaved myself upward one last time and was shocked when my feet landed solidly in the center of the box! Dude. I did it.
When all was said and done, I finished that WOD in 9min, 10 seconds. I walked around the place in a sweaty daze, desperately trying to slow my breaths that were rapid-firing in and out of my screaming lungs, hands above my head – because I knew I shouldn’t sit. If I sat, I’d weep in gratitude on the floor and never get back up. Then I looked down at my hands, bewildered as to why they were aching. And I saw the baby callouses.
Once I recovered, the trainer said that my athletic ability was above average compared to most women starting out, and that I picked up on the instructions quickly. They think CrossFit is perfect for me and will get me better results than going it alone at a big-box gym. I want to go back and try another class there – one with more people in it. I also want to try a different CrossFit gym in the area, just to compare, before I decide on one. I think I may like the smaller, more community feel of CF. Anything would be a thousand times better better than staying in a gym full of meatheads who won’t leave me the hell alone.
Because that nonsense makes me want to go all …. THIS ….. on them.