I'm still not sure how this happened, but last night I found myself at a Crossfit box ready to do my first WOD in god, probably over a year (maybe longer?). I certainly didn't cherry pick - we did 7's. It was hard, my hands split open, I scaled back like woa, but I did it. Or almost did it, we had a 35 minute cutoff, I got through 6 rounds plus 11.
I used to hate CF. I quit CF and was not that sad about it. I was always looking for my perfect fit, or something. I never quite got the magic of the whole thing. And frankly, I still don't, but I know that I want to get stronger and fitter and overall kick some ass so this is the cheapest way with the best bang that I could think of. The only caveat is that I have to work it! I need to max out my weight, not take it too easy. That was part of why I never saw results, I never gave it my all...and I hated it. So this time? I'm determined to love it. I'm determined to work at it, I also want to feel a part of. CF has an amazing community aspect to it, if you get involved. So I'm going to get involved.
The best part is that I have time - the new job is awesome and I get home in time to have a life. Things with the boy are still on the fence, so for now, it's all abut me. Crossfit, yoga and of course running. All things I love and want to get better at. All things that define who I am.
I'll go back on Thurs and officially join. I though that maybe I would go all over and find the perfect spot, but after one class, I think I have found it. I'm excited. Now I just need to invest in tape or gloves so I can shake hands and not worry about grossing anyone out!