One year ago, I came across a Groupon for a Crossfit gym in my area. Since, I like the feeling of wanting to puke after a workout, no really, I get some weird sense of satisfaction from it. I figured this was something I should try. Now, I know there are Crossfit lovers and haters out there, so if you’re a hater, save the drama for your mama, because I love it! It is certainly not for everyone but it is everything I want it to be.It is, in fact, the one thing I miss the most at this point. Since my surgery, I have 8 weeks until I can lift more than 45lbs and 10 weeks till I can do ab work. That of course has not stopped me from checking the WOD every single day. In fact, yesterday (2 weeks after getting my staples remove) I saw the workout and decided it was time for my comeback. The WOD was an AMRAP of 200M run/KB/WB*. I sooooooo could do all of that. I announced my intention of going and my husband, knowing me better than anyone else did not respond. In fact, he looked at me in what I can only imagine is the way you would look at a bank robber wielding a gun.
Make no sudden movements
Show no expression
Maintain eye contact
Do not show fearYou see my husband knows that even slightly implying that I should not or cannot do something is all it takes to make me do that exact thing, with gusto.
I spent that evening, imagining my comeback. Sure, I would be slow and sure I would use that tiny little kettlebell that I always look at and wonder about, but I would be back. It is worth noting that my dream also included a Welcome Back banner, confetti and a slow clap at the end.The next morning, I slid on my spandex and sneakers hopped up and down a bit to reassure myself that I was indeed in peak condition and ready for my comeback and I headed downstairs.
Somewhere between filling my water bottle and the front door, I had an epiphany. How am I going to do the warm-up? You see while I spent hours convincing myself that I was ready for this workout, I had forgotten about the 5-10 minute warm-up at the beginning of each class. How was I going to do burpees and sit-ups and bear crawls, Oh My! These would all count as some form of ab work, which was clearly verboten.
I am not sure how long I stood frozen on the living room rug as I accepted my reality. In time, I sank into the sofa, slid my shoes off and sadly called my husband to tell him that I realized I wasn’t ready for my comeback just yet. He didn’t say “I told you so”, even though he knew all along. In fact, he never does and I love him deeply for that.
I still check the workouts, I have been running and any day now, I have plans to climb back up on the pull-up bar my husband built me. I’m not quite there yet but there will be a comeback. There may not be confetti, but I know that when I come crawling back into the house after that first workout feeling beaten and proud, that my husband will definitely be good for a slow clap.
WOD (Workout of the Day)
AMRAP (As Many Reps As Possible)
KB (Kettle Bell Swings)
WB (Wall Balls)
PS. If you love crossfit like I do check out http://fatcrossfitter.com/ I have no affiliation but she may be one of the funniest bloggers I read and sometimes I dream we are besties who go out for margaritas after a gruesome WOD