3 Things I’m Loving About CrossFit

After having been sick for what feels like a century, I finally got better enough to resume training. The first workout back, a modified yet still very spicy 8 on the CrossFit Richter scale, of an ascending triplet of snatches, box handstand push-ups, and ball slams was an assault to my still recovering lungs. The time after I have been ill always leaves me with a greater sense of gratitude about the fact that I have a body that is not limited in terms of movements that it can perform. My time spent in a seemingly endless cycle of sleep, waking up to take medicine, and sleeping again made me miss physical activity more than I thought I would. On a particularly grumpy day, I recall my boyfriend telling me that he wished I were better so that I could train because he could tell that I was not enjoying the lazy life. Now that I’m back at training, these are the three things that I’m loving.

  1. Seeing muscle mass return to my arms again. I felt like they were starting to look SUPER small. Too small for my liking. I previously had a love/hate relationship with my arms. I banished it with this post on Insta.

No longer do I care about what people think about MY arms. I have had too many comments to count over the past years about people who have told me to stop CrossFit because my arms were too hard (Yeah! Let’s rather have them functionally unfit and bingo wing looking…) my shoulders were too broad, I even had someone say that men don’t like women who don’t have soft bodies, to which I so badly and desperately wanted to reply ‘well you should really speak to my boyfriend then. It’s clear that he hasn’t gotten the memo because he’s crazy about me.’ Alas, I did not, because as I have mentioned many times on this blog, Jesus steers the wheel and helps in making sure that at least 89% of the snarky comments that I want to make, don’t make it out. #Thestruggleisreal when you have a mouth that moves as fast as your brain can whip out sarcasm.

2. My strength.

Due to work commitments, I have had to for the past 2 days (which has felt like 2 weeks,) train at 5 a.m. I don’t live too far from my box, can we say #blessed! HOWEVER, it still means I have to wake up at stupid o’clock* 4:30 a.m. Any later (as I discovered this morning), and I’m late. I realised that as long as your technique remains tight, your strength will never leave you or maybe I’m just naturally strong.

I’m kidding; it’s not all-natural strength. A lot of it has been mental strength pushing me through from the days when I was sick in bed psyching myself up for the day when I would be able to lift again. This morning the wod had a clean & jerk EMOM that had us doing 3 TNG (touch ‘n go i.e. the bar doesn’t rest on the ground a.k.a. fast lifting, a.k.a. CrossFit cardio!) When I loaded, the bar up to 50kg, aside from the fact that I was stuck with the men’s bar, which was an unwelcome challenge, 50kg, also felt good in my hands and I definitely think I could have gone MUCH heavier for this EMOM. Next time maybe…

3. My pals.

It takes a lot for me to warm up to people. I know how to be polite but for extra friendliness, you’re gonna have to worm yourself in. In any sport, it is important that you not only remain consistent and show up every day but also that you train with people who make training fun. When you surround yourself with people like that, the wod movements & weights may remain the same and still give your lungs a good bruising, but you find yourself enjoying it. You might even catch yourself smiling DURING a wod.

Over to you beautiful fit-friend, what do you love most about training, and what do you miss most when you can’t train?

*stupid o’clock, a phrase coined by my boyfriend when you wake up before the birds even start chirping!

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