Last month I started Crossfit. Friday will be my one month mark, and anyone who has talked to me since day 1 knows that I'm addicted/obsessed/slightly braggart and 100% believe that my workouts are better than yours...yes, I'm talking to you and your 1 hr+ workouts...they're crap :)
Again, if you have spoken to me at all recently, yo also probably know that I am convinced that I will compete. Sure, about 50,000ish other people have a similar dream, but these are minor details. (My bigger, slightly harder and not as easy to achieve dreams include being sponsored by Nike and quitting my job to run my own Crossfit gym)
In my first week I went to workout 6 times, the next week 5...eventually Joy (trainer) asked me if I was taking "rest days". I was like "oh yeah, when I'm not here I go for a run or something." She then went on to tell me that if I didn't start taking full rest days of NO EXERCISE (*gasp*...That's not something I do...ever...unless it is 100% impossible for me to get to a gym) she would make my workouts harder until I had no choice but to take a day off. Needless to say, I have no intention of going to crossfit today because I can hardly open a door I'm so sore!
I'm starting to blog again because I want to keep track of my journey to compete. The games are going on right now, next year I plan to be participating. I started a paleo diet and so far I love it. I miss chocolate, but its getting better :) I figure if I want to be serious, I need to eat right too. So here it is, I am one month in and on a long journey of pain, sweat, and tears. (Also, a lot of cheers and happy jumpy dances, like when I completed a 220lb deadlift on my first attempt at deadlifting!)
Also, did you all see, I climbed a rope..totally made it to the top, rang the bell and came down. Someday I'll look back at this and be like "oh good job old self, you were so weak!"