I will start this off by proudly saying I am one of the crazy Crossfit people that posts everyday about WOD's and lifting and other ridiculous nonsense that no one but crossfitters will understand. If you don't like it, too bad. Leave this blog! No, don't really. It will get sentimental and stuff soon.
I started Crossfit hesitantly, back in January. It sucked and I hated it, but it got me out of the house. My aunt Taimi was doing it and some chick Lindsey I went to high school with that I was sure hated me was doing it. Needless to say I was not super pumped about this whole experience, but TimeTime (Taimi) told me to sign up so I signed up. I was stuck with this for a month....
After the hell of week one, I thought I was going to quit. It was stupid that I had to get up at 8am and go to bed on time just so I could get up that early!! What a nightmare! It's nice to wake up at 11 and then just mosey into work and sit there for hours staring outside longingly. Who wants to get up at 8?! Not only did I have to get up early, I had to get a sports bra on, which if you're a girl you know how difficult it is, and then shorts, and sweats and shoes that were broken. Then I needed to fill my water bottle(s), warm up my car then get in and drive allll the way to Gardner. Seriously? How did I not quit? It gets worse. Once I arrived home, I would have to make breakfast because I was like a ravenous wolf. Then I would need to get in the shower and be ready to go to work. Then I would sit all day at work trying to figure out why I did this.
Half way through week two strolls along and why I was still there is beyond me, but I was. This weird lady named Alycia is the coach and she would just stand there and tell me to do whatever the exercise may be. I would stand there and look at her and for some stupid reason, I would do the damn exercise!! I may have been swearing under my breath but I did it....poorly and pathetically, but I did it.
By week three, I showed up everyday questioning my sanity. Was I addicted to Crossfit? Me? No way. I must have just been going crazy. Maybe my body wasn't getting enough food or water or something. There was no way I was sanely making a decision to come. I was sleep deprived and starving. That's it! Had to have been the reason. But then, by the end of week three...I was committed. I couldn't stop. It started to become habit. Even if I went there kicking and screaming, I still went. I hated every second of it, but I was still there. I knew Timetime expected me to show up. I knew Lindsey expected me to show up. And I knew Alycia expected me to lift the damn bar. Then it hit me like a ton of bricks....
It was part of me now. I had to go; there was no quit option. I was terrible at everything (and still am at most things), but it didn't matter. If I didn't get out of bed to go I knew the day wouldn't be the same. I knew I didn't have money to pay for Feb. but I made money so I could get my membership. I needed Crossfit more than it needed me.
Skip ahead to the middle of week 7 (where we are today). I now wake up at 7:30 and wait for my 8 o'clock alarm so I can start getting ready. I sleep in what I'm going to wear so I don't have to get dressed in the morning. My water bottles are already filled and waiting on the counter. I have to sit in my room so I don't show up 45 minutes early like a crazy person. I still die during the class and feel like my lungs are going to collapse and most times my muscles do stop working, but I do it anyway. Instead of three days a week, I go 7 almost every week. Seeing Lindsey's and Alycia's face every morning telling me I'm getting better is the highlight of my day. On Saturday's and Sunday's when I work with Timetime I get so inspired, it's beyond words. That woman is seriously my hero. I want to be just like her... or better haha. She got me up a rope. Yes that's right folks, I can climb a rope. I can do kipping handstand push ups thanks to her. I'm a Crossfit judge and I signed up to volunteer at Regionals thanks to her. Who am I?! It's funny how I'm turning into her. I nerd out of Crossfit videos on YouTube every night and I think I actually like people now...wait what? Emotions?! Can't be. All I know is that there is a significant change in me. I want to get out of bed everyday. I want to go work out. I want to shove my face full of food to the point where my mom now thinks I have a problem. And I want to be around these people that make me feel so good about living that I can't understand how I wasn't living before.
It's funny how one silly thing can alter everything about your life. I feel passionate about something that is just for me and not anyone else and I don't think I have ever done that. Not once have I ever done something completely for me. And even though this wasn't completely for me at the beginning, it developed into something that was and I am so grateful for everyone who has been a part of this. Get ready for many many many more years of me posting obnoxious pictures about Crossfit on Facebook. I love you all. -V
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