Today I participated in my first ever Crossfit session and it was every bit as miserable as I expected it to be.
Zack is a crossfit veteran; he’s been doing their workouts on and off for a few years now. And even Zack says that today’s workout was a beast. I have been feeling good about myself lately because I’ve been moderately consistent with my running, and I can muscle my way through a pretty brutal power yoga session without wanting to die. I thought that today’s session was going to be tough, but I had no idea. I had no idea. It ate my lunch. At one point the instructor came over to me and said, “Breathe, Sarah! You’re looking super pale!”
“Yes. I am super pale,” I wanted to say, “because I’m about to die.” I couldn’t say that, though, because I was too busy gasping for air. I wanted to get all nursey and tell him that I was breathing, but there was no way that my lungs could possibly keep up with the current oxygen demand I was creating by doing that mean, mean workout! But I didn’t. I just kept breathing. Barely.
I think I’ll go back, though. The other people in the class swore that today was a twee bit more difficult than normal (Although, would a “twee” bit better than THE WORST really be any better at all? I’m guessing not.) and, when it comes down to it, that’s the kind of ass-kicking workout that I’ve been looking for. Afterall, if I ever want my body to actually look like this girl’s, I’ve gotta put in the work.
Thanks, DeMo, for that link, by the way.
Y’all wish me luck. I can already feel the lactic acid building up in my muscles (all of them) and I have to work tomorrow! I’m going to get to find out what it’s like to take care of people while I feel like I’m going to die. This is gonna be fun.