As I’m sure you’ve noticed, I’ve sort of been sucking at life lately. My weight has increased by 20 pounds since the end of the Fittest Loser contest and my diet contains more pizza and pasta than it should.
So, I decided I was ready for something drastic. Ignoring the (rather tiny) number in my bank account, I called my local CrossFit box and decided to sign up. Orientation is on Friday!
When I hung up the phone, I was 100% excited. Now I’m about 33% excited, 33% terrified and 33% wondering how the heck I’m going to fit in four good workouts a week (my goal) on top of work and other obligations. I’ll find a way, though–because it’s worth it.
My local box is CrossFit Fire. I’ve combed the pictures looking for people who look like me. There aren’t many. In a way, that makes me nervous; in another way, it makes me really proud that I’m leaping out of my comfort zone and taking control of my life.
And then I see pictures like this and I’m back to nervous:
In that one little picture, I see rings (I’ll be lucky if I manage to hold on and dangle, let alone pull myself up), a bar (ditto) and a ROPE (faints). Remind my why I’m doing this again?
Oh yeah, this is why.