Well, today started out great. I was all excited for my
workout... I just knew it was going to be awesome, just like yesterday, right? But
the dream died as soon as I walked through the door and saw Q standing in the Crossfit
pit. Next words out of her mouth were “I got bad news, today you’re doing Crossfit
again”. I, for the LIFE of me cannot figure out why this has caught on the way
it has. I get going hard, but this is just ridiculous. Regular burpees suck,
but Crossfit burpees are just plain hell. Why would anyone want to throw
themselves on the floor and jump up and clap repeatedly? Ugh. I HATE Crossfit.
I may hate Crossfit, but there are certainly some aspects
of it that I enjoy. Like doing front squats with the barbell. I had a 25
pound bar with a total of 55 pounds. I know that’s not a lot in the grand
scheme of things, but when doing 50 of these bitches during the skills lab, that little bit of weight starts
to feel like 500 pounds. I felt like a beast.
The other thing I enjoyed was how
hard Q pushed me. If she wouldn’t have been screaming at me to give her at least
three rounds, I wouldn’t have. I would have quit. No doubt about it. But I didn’t
and as such, I can feel my arms gaining strength, I notice it with every
movement and every shirt I put on. This feeling is addicting... So does that mean I just contradicted my declaration of deep hatred for Crossfit? I think it does.
Apparently I didn't hate my life too bad because I did go right
back there tonight for Krank and Moi Class. I think Krank may be creeping up to
be my favorite class. The craziest part is that it is HARD. You sweat like a
pig and the music kind of sucks, but the high you get when you are Kranking
is immense. I somehow transport myself into another dimension and just role
with it. It was over and I didn’t even know it. I just kept going until I
realized I was the only one moving. If I was to sit back and diagnose why I
love this class, I think it is because it reminds me a lot of basic training
with Steven instructing. This dude missed his calling as a drill instructor, no
joke. At some point during the first leg of the class, someone said they were
bored. This was the WRONG thing to say. Next thing you know everyone is out of
their saddle doing lunges and squats. I was like damn, yo, this kind of behavior could cause a mutiny, girlfriend need to stay quiet... BUT AGAIN, that is still part of its sick and twisted charm. I still love it. Can’t you tell by the smile on our faces?
On that note, I must be on my way. I have to get my beauty
rest for the best day of the week, Pilate’s Rehabilitation Friday! So cheers to
pushing boundaries friends, I’ll talk with you tomorrow.
