As I mentioned in my previous post from yesterday, Zach (my husband) and I have started doing Crossfit. I had heard about it when I still lived in Pensacola but never had the time. I worked six days a week and when I wasn't working, I was sleeping. It was a nasty little cycle, tiring and unhealthy but whatever.
Zach and I aren't the healthiest eaters in the world....and it's starting to catch up (With me at least. He's tall and skinny.) So about a month ago, Zach starts going to this Crossfit thingamabob a few nights a week...asking me to go with him and stuff. I say no every time but finally, he wears me down and I go.
Boy was I in for a surprise. Luckily for me, one of the instructors was still there and gave us a run down of the basics...including squats. My squats were all messed up, the only thing I squat for is peeing outside and even then, I don't have to squat because like everyone else, I just pee in the water. Simple mechanics really.
After the brutal squat session, I didn't go back for a few days. My poor body was beaten and bruised to no avail. Uh...okay, maybe I'm making that last part up but I was pretty sore. After that, let's say I'm hooked. I started realizing that I needed to be giving my body a little more respect and believing it can do things I couldn't even imagine it doing.
I've never been really strong. In fact, I'm the oldest of three and I say this because I spent the majority of my middle school/high school years being beaten up relentlessly by my middle sister who not only outweighed me, but was stronger and taller. Let it be known that now I'm old enough, I can say that I more than likely deserved every single one of those beatdowns. Okay....you caught me, I DID deserve every single one of them. I'm a sadist, I liked to make my sister cry. It was so easy and she'd get upset over the smallest things. I know, I know, I'm a bully. Then she'd turn all "Hulk Smash", throw me over her shoulder with ease and take me outside because we weren't allow to "fight" in the house. But doesn't it make you feel better that the story has a happy ending? We're best friends and I'm getting to the point where I could beat her up for once (I may still have a way to go. Hint: I do).
Last week, I hit a first milestone. I Cleaned 55 pounds with ease. That's right, I scrubbed the crap out of them. Just kidding! "Insert Google Search here - Crossfit Clean" It made me feel good and surprised me because I have never been able to lift anything in my life. Except two gallon milk jugs. I can lift milk pretty well. Especially when they're empty. That's my favorite exercise of all because I'm basically a professional.
I may not be good yet, I may have fallen over yesterday when the gym was full of people. I may have did it with grace and landed in a sexy position so people could see that I completely meant to fall backwards like that and be all seductive like. I also may not be able to do a pull up/ real push up yet but the fact of the matter is I'm trying and that's what counts the most.
And any time I see really fit girls grab the 45 pound bar with one hand and I'm all over in the corner like "Hey, I can pick this pvc pipe up with one hand too!", I oogle at them and remember that everyone has to start somewhere.
Xoxo
Riley Writes
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