I bought the pants.
You know. The pants.
No, I didn't hit my weight goal by my birthday. I don't care. I bought the pants, and I feel like a million-effin'-dollars in them. They don't represent a number on a scale. These magic pants represent the fact that I no longer beat myself up if I haven't hit a number on a scale. Also, they represent that I can fit a size 6 at lulu lemon. I'm pretty sure they were stitched by magical gnomes for my ass. Love.
Last night was a bit of a sad night. It was my last night of boot camp. The fantastic Michelle has gone and gotten herself knocked up again. I can't really blame her - if I had a choice to stay home and grow a little human in me vs. standing outside in the cold and yelling at people to do ten more squats while growing the same little human, I'd probably choose the "at home" version of that game show as well. Three and a half-ish years of this woman kicking my ass has taught me a lot. It has also given me a pretty good leg-up in my next venture.
Due to some scheduling conflicts, I have actually been doing CrossFit three times a week for the last three weeks. Plus boot camp three times a week. Plus dodgeball. It's too much. I would not recommend doing all that. Especially if you're going to slack off in the stretching department like me. (For the love of god, stretch after you work out. Unless you like walking like a 94-year-old. In that case, fill your boots.)
If you aren't familiar with CrossFit, here is the rundown:
- You do a warm-up - stuff like "double-unders" (skipping with the rope going under you twice when you jump)
- Some dynamic stretching (warming up muscles while moving - walking lunges, bear crawling on the floor)
- Practicing form (I'm in a "Foundations" class where we're learning all the basics of CrossFit and power-lifting)
- A WOD (Workout of the Day) - 5-15 minutes of an intense workout incorporating power moves and cardio
While I walked in with a pretty good level of fitness, you do not need to be in stellar shape to go. There are people of all walks of life in there and they are not judging anyone. I have found everyone to be really helpful and encouraging, and they do not make you feel like an ass because you can't get your arm positioning right when doing a thruster (Who needs their arms to thrust?! Heyooooooooooo!).
No, you are not going to turn into a beefy body builder if you go (unless you want to). I actually saw a woman who looked like she was about to give birth on the floor doing kipping pull-ups like they were her job. Just like any exercise program, you get out what you put in.
So this is what I've been jacked about lately. If you're intrigued by it, you should go give it a try! They also make you drink this cup of something when you go and then ask you if you want to take the red pill or the blue pill.
Just kidding, there were no pills.
|Plus there's all these acronyms and jargon that make you|
sound like you know what you're talking about.