As promised, I did it. Instead of doing Saturday’s regularly scheduled Best Body Bootcamp workout on my deck, I drove across town to Flagstaff’s CrossFit gym for October Free Saturday.
I almost didn’t go inside. For some reason — maybe all the things I’ve read, or maybe because I’m a chicken at heart — I was intimidated and contemplated skipping out. I arrived a few minutes early (and wasn’t sure if I should be there yet), so I walked next door to the vet’s office to ask them a question about Cocoa.
With my question answered, I walked back across the parking lot and gathered up the guts to push open the door. My dillydallying at the vet’s meant the class, a “Barbells for Boobs” fundraiser, was already under way. (I didn’t know the 10 a.m. start time was firm … blog reading left me with the impression that CrossFit was kind of like an open gym.)
Again, I considered turning around. But I stayed to watch, and — eventually — screwed up the courage to walk over to the desk and introduce myself.
Boy, am I glad I did. I walked in almost certain CrossFit wasn’t for me … and walked out having enjoyed it. A lot. More than I thought I would, for sure.
Granted, I did the move with a sand-filled PVC pipe … and it took me 7 minutes to do the 30 required reps. But by the time I was done, I was sweating and my heart was pumping. I’m amazed how great a workout it was in so little time. I felt a huge sense of accomplishment, too.
The group was pretty welcoming. They even included visitors in the group photo, which is now posted on the CrossFit Flagstaff home page. (You can find me hiding in the back row, fifth from the left.)
When I told Kim, the CrossFitter who helped me with my form, that I’d been prepared to not like it but did, she said something like, “That does it. You’re in it for life.”
Actually, that doesn’t sound like a bad thing. Now, if I can just win the lottery (or sell a novel), I could afford the membership …
For now, I’m planning to check out a couple more free Saturdays — but if I can find a way, I just might commit.
If I wake up super-sore, I might feel differently. Then again, maybe not. I might have already had a taste of the CrossFit Kool-Aid.