For months I wrestled with the idea of joining Crossfit. I read stories about Rhabdo and convinced myself that Crossfit girls are buff in that scary, manly way – The kind of buff that you don’t want to run into in a dark alley. I had every excuse in the book – I don’t want my thighs to get big. I’m scared of lifting big weights. I’m just not the type of person who is into that stuff.
Then I looked down at the love handles I have been trying to get rid of for a good portion of the last decade. The love handles that managed to survive the stress of planning my wedding, weight lifting at home & training for my half marathon. And I looked at my belly button that has always been a frowny face (whether I weighed 170lbs or 112lbs).
And I said something this control freak never says:
“What have I got to lose?”
Dragging my better half with me, I made an appt to speak with the manager at the newest location in Birmingham – the location that I decided I would be least likely to run into someone I know.
And we joined.
I don’t just mean signed up for a month. No ma’am, no sir. Go big, or go home, right?
We signed up for a year of this madness.
So I’m sorry if you have to endure posts about WOD’s and kettlebells. I’m sorry in advance for the party I’m going to throw the day I do my first unassisted pull up.
And I’m really really insanely sorry for not doing it sooner. I love it. I am the girliest girl in the class- the runner who has no business lifting weights, The tiny person who squeals when weights get really heavy. But I give it my all and I love it.
And… I could have sworn when I looked in the mirror last night, that my belly button didn’t look so unhappy.
P.S. If you are thinking of joining in the Birmingham area, www.IronTribeFitness.com is my new home. If you join, please mention that you heard about it from me!