One year ago today I did not shit my pants. Oh yes my friends, it was a distinct possibility, as it was the first time I walked into Crossfit. Today is my one year anniversary of starting the sport that is slowly changing my life.
My best girlfriend and I got the idea in our heads that we had to try this Crossfit thing, and had signed up in advance to drop in for a trial class. When I confirmed with the coach I asked him to promise he wouldn’t make me cry or shit myself.
His response? He made no promises.
I knew then he was a cool dude, and am so lucky that in the past year he, his wife, and the other coaches have become a close enough friends that they’re like family.
We arrived at the box about a half hour early to sign away our lives and limbs, and got a chance to observe the end of the class before the one we would join. I don’t remember much, except that I was TERRIFIED. The only truly vivid memory I have is of two men, who we now know as lickable-abs and the-monster were upside down doing push ups off their heads. Their HEADS people. Best girl and I about bolted right then.
I will forever be grateful that we didn’t.
In some ways a year seems like a really long time, but it others it’s a drop in the bucket. This past year has been a series of tiny baby steps towards overall health and wellness, and while there have been a fair amount of setbacks, I have absolutely emerged far beyond where I started.
Day 1 I could not do a single push up. Not even on my knees. My scaling was the thickest band available to me AND on my knees. Today I can string together a solid 10 on my toes no problem, and at last test, did 27 in a minute.
My back squat has progressed from broomstick to over 100 lbs. I deadlift 150. I snatch and clean and jerk, and know how to load and unload that barbell like a boss. Before Crossfit I had never EVER even once touched the “man bar” and could not tell you a thing about weight training.
Crossfit has given me so much more than great callouses. It’s strange to realize, but a year ago I was in a very different place as a person. I had a job that I loved, but the stress of it was killing me. I had literally gained 50 pounds in a year, and didn’t take a single moment to step back and think about my health or sanity because of the pressure to excel.
I had an amazing marriage that was not in an amazing place. I was fat and unhappy, and it is darn near impossible to be the spouse someone as incredible as my husband deserved when I couldn’t even take time for myself.
Finding my strength under that barbell empowered me physically, which brought back my emotional and mental strength to live the life I wanted, rather than just chugging along with where I ended up.
In Crossfit I found strength. I found health. I found hope.
A year later I can’t even try to quantify how much I’ve gained, or lost, because of this sport I love.