How it began...

What I’d like to blog about is Crossfit. Fitness, the way I’m eating, WHAT I’m eating, my strength, my body, my clothes, my cravings, my failures, my successes, my adventures. I want to blog about these things but I want to be sure it is known that I am blogging from personal experience, how I feel about things, things I learn from reading articles/blogs/stories on-line (note: not everything you read on the internet is true, though my stubborn side would choose to argue otherwise!).
I have been a part of a fitness program since October of 2008. This was the beginning…really…the absolute beginning. Prior to this, I had not done one active thing in the first 21 years of my life. I did not start because I was getting fat or feeling soggy, I started because I needed to do something already. I did not have 10, 5, or even 1 hobby. I liked to read, but that broadened my social circle to include myself and the characters in my books whom I had trouble remembering if I’d actually known at some point in my life, or if they were just a part of my fictional escapes.
I began my journey with an all women’s boot camp. While looking back on this today I can’t imagine committing to such an easy, lightweight fitness program, It did get me to where I am. I attended this boot camp (and threw up twice – proof it wasn’t easy at the time!) for 2 months. I couldn’t commit, and I was bored!! The best thing that came out of the experience were my first Arizona girlfriends!! L, T & A have put me on a path to a healthier & more social lifestyle. Who knew that obtaining a hobby produced real life friends??
After taking a month off, L suggested a new program involving Kettlebells! Plus, it was over $100 less a month than my previous boot camp, how could I say no? The exercises were effective, but I was still getting bored! There was no motivation to keep going, no motivation to show up for class, no motivation to get better. I lasted 1 month.
Luckily, just a month later (3 months ago, yesterday!) L suggested I try working out at her boyfriend’s new garage gym. He and his friend had opened it and it was free for the first couple of weeks. It was something called Crossfit. Some intense, olympic weight lifting, gymnastics type workout that could supposedly kill you. I went, I sweat, I complained, I (nearly) died…and it was for time. Competition? Positive reinforcement? Visible improvement? (wag, wag – pant, pant) I was in love.

To be continued…