I was asked to write a blog post because this week marks my first month with
CrossFit Barracks. Yikes – where do I start? I do NOT see myself as a CrossFit
chick – let me start with that! When I first walked in the door (a friend and her
husband had joined a week prior so I decided to check it out), and checked out my
surroundings, I was totally freaked out. It wasn’t a warm and cushy studio selling
yummy lip balm that smells like cherries, there were no burning candles or ladies
running around in their matching Lulu Lemon outfits. Instead, I saw men AND
women, in a large and open “warehouse” facility, and lots of equipment that I didn’t
recognize. Ummm, I wasn’t really feeling it to say the least. But somehow, my inner
competitive self, decided to test the water and do the one-on-one training they
suggested, just to see if I could “cut it”.
The first thing I did was to call my friend (there are 3 of us that started together),
and convince her that she needed to show up Monday morning and do these
sessions with me. And she’s so awesome, that sight unseen, she met me having NO
idea of what we were getting into.
Let’s fast forward: by the end of the hour of our private session, I could barely walk
to my car. By the time I got home, I was unable to sit on the toilet (that lasted about
an entire week), and when I picked my kids up from school, I couldn’t get out of the
car. We “practiced” squats until we got them right (need I say more). The next two
sessions we worked on “several” types of lifting techniques. I remember (thinking
to myself) that I had no idea what she (Camzin) was talking about – but I just shook
my head and went with it. To this day, I have no idea what the difference is between
a push pull, a push jerk, a deadlift, a sumo lift…this is crazy foreign stuff to me, still.
Then came Monday –our first class. And wouldn’t you know, it was with Johnny
(OMG he scared me)…and it was a holiday, so they had short hours that day and
a lot of people, men and women, showed up. I felt like a kid on their first day of
school. Everyone congregated outside and Johnny told us to grab sandbags, sledge
hammers(what the)?, medicine balls, weights and kettle bells. I thought we had to
grab all of it, and then people started to scramble, grabbed one item each, and took
off running. Holy smokes, I had no idea what was happening, but I followed the
Okay, now this is fun (NOT). The workout was the “Chelsea”, which means you
have to do squats, pull ups (what a joke), and push ups for one minute on the
minute for 30 minutes. Really? Are you kidding me? Are you freaking kidding
me? I remember looking at the clock and we were only 11 minutes in – I thought
I might die, and it wasn’t even half over. Some people had at least 30 seconds to
recover between reps, me, not so much. I think the max time that I had for recovery
was 2 seconds, but generally it was 1. I kept staring at the wall and seeing the
word “BARRACKS” and wondering if I had just joined the military. I was on a pull up
bar with 2 men who were going at for time, and somehow I was stuck in the middle
just trying to hold on for dear life.
Here’s the GOOD news. When I left CrossFit after that first workout, I felt like such a
stud it’s ridiculous. I honestly felt better than when I ran the La Jolla half marathon
four years ago – because I’m 44 and this is just not what I do. I’ve barely broken a
sweat in years, and I’ve never worked out with men before.
But here it is – The workout changes every single day, which makes me “nervous
excited”. When I read the board in the morning, it could be written in Mandarin as
far as I’m concerned, because I have no idea what it means. But the crazy part is this
- I LOVE IT!!!
One of the girls (Amy) taught me how to climb the rope the other day, and even
though I could only get up one revolution, I was so excited. By our 5th or 6th rep (of
rope climbing and shuttle runs and something else we did that day), I looked down
and saw an ugly rope burn on my leg. (see photo) It was crazy – I had no idea it was
there until the end of the workout. And when I showed the instructors my rope
burn, they laughed and said, “You should have worn long socks”! That’s the thing
about CF Barracks, it’s TOUGH LOVE. Everyone, including the men (no I’m not anti-
male), cheers you on and tells you that you did a good job. There’s just something
awesome about the community of people which is why – last week, when I got
the “reminder” on my phone that I could cancel my auto-pay for CF that day and
wouldn’t get dinged…I deleted the reminder and came back for more.
The way I see it, I’m getting a kick a** workout that includes strength AND cardio/
endurance, meeting an awesome group of people and feeling like a stud for ONE
hour of my day. Yup, I’ll take that all day long!