Why CrossFit? I’m asked this on the regular. The first thought that comes to mind is how silly the question seems. In my head, that question is as redundant as asking my husband why he’s an “ass man”, or asking someone why they sleep at night, or if they like massages.
I started CrossFit about 3 years ago, with a little break somewhere in the second year, but I’ve been going to our box for a solid 20 months this round. Let’s face it, everyone needs a break from time to time. Sometimes I’ll go a week without making it into the box, mostly because I’m lacking in sleep or time…but honestly, there isn’t anything in my life I don’t want a break from every once in a while. Sometimes I want a day away from my husband to hang out with a friend, or a few minutes of solitude away from my phone/computer/people/etc. Maybe I even want a break from any hobby or job or adult duty every now and again. I don’t think that’s unreasonable, I’m human.
CrossFit did a lot for me as a person. Physically and spiritually. What exactly does that mean? Well….
Never have I loved my body, ever. Never have I felt comfortable in my skin. Particularly I’ve never loved my legs. This isn’t because my husband doesn’t tell or show me every day how gorgeous he thinks I am, or because I don’t get complimented. I actually remember where I was the first time I noticed cellulite on my legs and ass…I was mortified. Alas, it happens to all of us, genetics baby. It’s a beautiful thing. CrossFit not only completely changed my body, it changed my entire life. No, I’m not a stalky waddling body builder whose arms can’t touch my sides, I’m fit – in the simplest sense of the word. I learned how to use my legs to my advantage. I don’t want to be some muscly mass of deliciousness, I want to be strong. If nothing else, I’ve always been rather independent. So no, I’m not shooting for the stars here, but I definitely know if push came to shove I could carry my mom out of a burning building. I could pull my nephews up if they were falling off a hillside, or carry them down a mountain if (god forbid) they were ever injured hiking or snowboarding with me. Maybe I can’t run far or fast, but I can knock all sorts of shit in the way of the zombies when they take over the world, and hold a door shut when 20 are trying to push through. (….okay maybe that’s an exaggeration…give me a break). But really, the bottom line is, I can get undressed in front of a mirror, and look at myself and not feel ashamed. I try to eat well, but I can have a beer or piece of pizza and not feel so guilty afterward I want to crawl into bed, listen to Enya, and cry.
My energy level is through the roof. I’ve always been high energy, but this is off the charts. I sleep harder – albeit for four hours or so at a time, but it’s a MOST EXCELLENT four hours. And I’m nearly forced into eating better than ever. This isn’t the result of peer pressure, it’s my own conscience telling me how much better I feel during the 5:30am WOD (workout of the day) if I don’t partake in an oink-fest at dinner.
The illusive “cult”. My Box buddies. Hombres of the Box….they keep me there and fuel my fire to do better and dig deeper than ever before. I have met so many champions of life in CrossFit of all levels of fitness. This isn’t for the faint of heart, but we are all a family, and we push each other and cheer each other on like nothing you’ve ever seen. Anyone can do this! I use the word cult because that is the stigma some have. You might think we live, breathe, and eat CrossFit…no, we all have lives outside the box. If you know me, you know I need something to occupy time like I need a hole in my head. However, we are passionate. Not only about CrossFit as a sport, but about the family, the togetherness, the sweat, the pain, the blood and tears of joy. I go to the box at 5:30am when some of you are still in a deep slumber dreaming of sugar plums. I am more struck with energy than most of you will even be by noon that day as soon as my alarm sounds at 4:20. Sometimes I’m anxious, but I’m always excited to go in and see my best pal, my mom, and my other cult members.
I don’t do CrossFit to sound cool, or be in a clique or show off my war wounds (believe me, I’ve got plenty…including a hellacious bruise right under my boobs from my bar muscle up attempts today). I do it because I love it. I love it like I love everything else I occupy my time with. It has been a game-changer for me, a life changing adventure. I appreciate everything about it. If we are friends, family, co-workers…and I tire you with my box jargon, it’s because I care about you, and I would love nothing more than to see you find passion in something I find passion in doing. I never question you talking about your next vacation, your new house, your children…so consider not questioning my motives, and realize – I’m happy doing this. I’m happy because of what it’s done for me over the last 3 years, and the friendships I’ve made, and goals I’ve crushed.
…after all, isn’t that the point of this life…to be happy. What’s the point of it all if we can’t be that at the very least.
Till next time friends, Stay BEAUTIFUL!