I feel off today, so it's a good day for a blog. Remember what I'm doing well, reflect on what's making me slip today in particular. I've eaten nothing but junk all day, what better way to break the cycle than to write about my fitness journey? :)
Last blog I told you guys I hated CrossFit but I wasn't giving up on it. I held true. I took Foundations (aka, intro to crossfit) this past weekend. My coach was the one of the owners of the gym and she was very Mom-like and encouraging. Just what I needed. Instead of rolling my eyes at my bf when he corrects my form, I actually listened to her.
Coach Lindsay: Talk to me. Tell me what you thought about the workout you tried.
Me: I felt really intimidated, and I wanted to run out the door.
Coach Lindsay: Why?
Me: Because every other person had these big weights on their bar, and doing what looked like a simple movement. I tried it with a training bar and couldn't figure it out.
Coach Lindsay: Well, you've got to remember those athletes are just learning the movements too. What you thought was really impressive and overwhelming is what we're going to learn today.
Then we broke it down. I learned squats and olympic lifts, then I did metcons (metabolic conditioning, aka, cardio portions). I didn't do anything perfectly. And that's ok.
I found an article by one of my favorite pole bloggers. The topic transcends poling and applies to life in general.
I'm going to take her advice. I will let myself have an imperfect start. I thought about it...How boring would it be if I could do every pole trick I wanted to do without any struggle? There would be no joy at finally mastering a new skill. There would be no motivation to continue. In CrossFit, I need to allow myself to look silly. I will ask the dumb questions. I will let myself start with the baby weights while I learn form. I will be proud at what I can lift even if it's a fraction of what is on the girl's bar next to me.
It's my journey. I don't need to speed it up and rush to the end.
When I fall in love with a book, I treasure every page. I read passages twice and mull over the words. As the end gets more and more near, I try to stretch it out by reading only a chapter at a time. I never want it to end. Sure, I can reread the book, but it well never be the first time ever again.
I should savor my journey just a like a good book. I should move through my workouts with purpose, and delight in every new thing I learn as I progress. Some days I feel bad about my poling skills, but then I look back at how far I've come since the end of MAY when I started this crazy form of fitness. I mean heck, my profile pic of a cross-knee release was taken in the middle of July, and now I can do those in my sleep! Every time I touch the pole I learn something, whether it's a brand new move or perfecting a pose. I need to remember every time I step into the CrossFit box I'll learn something too. I'll learn how to shave time off my metcons and how to lift more weight.
And the more I CrossFit...
...the more ripped I'll become....
...and better able to hold my bodyweight at incredible angles from dizzying heights!
At least that's the plan.