About 2 years ago, I jumped on the fitness band wagon and joined my first class-based gym. It was one that catered to women like myself — out of shape, with kids, and no idea what to do. The boot camp style of work outs was just what I needed to start feeling better about myself…and I did.
I started strong but after 5 months of going 5-6 times a week, it lost its appeal and priority when life got busier. I started making more excuses. I went down to 3 times a week, then 2, then tried to make it once every couple of weeks. The confidence in my skills diminished and I became fearful of the soreness. After some failed attempts at going back, I decided it was time to switch gyms. Maybe all I needed was a change of scenery. The new gym had a similar platform but with smaller classes, and a better warm up and cool down.
I started back and really enjoyed it. However, it didn’t take long before I started falling into the trap of excuses once again. My attendance was once or twice a week at best. Then, one night, I receive an email saying that the gym would be closing its doors for good. I was devastated.
I made a point to attend class the next morning to see my gym mates and talk about the recent news. We had a great class albeit, a little quieter than usual, but we made it count. I didn’t go back again until the very last class, about 3 weeks later. I was weirdly grieving the lost of my new gym. I couldn’t bear to keep going to place I knew was going to leave me behind.
…but they didn’t leave me behind. In fact, quite the contrary and that’s how we get to the meat of the story.
They offered a membership at their sister-gym across town. It was a legit CrossFit gym, and they were known for being one of the best in town but also, one of the most hard-core. I WAS NOT up for “most hard-core.” I’m just a mama, looking to get less fat than I was last week. I am not a tire flipping, barbell lifting, competition maniac. What the hell was I getting into?
The idea to document the journey came after one the coaches commented on one of my Facebook posts. I have been logging the workouts via humorous and sarcastic posts ever since. I will be posting the progress every week here at TND. I hope you enjoy it and are entertained by this progressive tale of a wannabe CrossFitter.