Wednesday, January 8, 2014

Return to CrossFit

by Meghann on January 8, 2014

First of all… Go Noles!

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I’m not going to lie, that game was a nail biter. The first half definitely had me on edge – and wondering where the heck my team had run away to –  but the second half made up for it. More than made up for it in fact. It was probably some of the best football I’ve ever seen played. And I wish my husband had allowed me to record him in those final few minutes of game time. He was in his own little world, yelling and screaming on his feet. When we won he dropped to his knees and cried tears of happiness. I’m pretty sure watching the Seminoles take home the National Championship titles was one of the best days of his life.

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Of course the game went WAY past my bedtime. I may or may not have taken a teeny nap during the third quarter.

Tuesday morning was rough. I slept through my alarm and woke up about the same time I should have been leaving the house for work. Crap. Luckily, I learned a little secret… Leaving my house 20 minutes later still had me arriving at the office around the same time I would have if I’d left on time. What the heck Tampa traffic? Therefore I am DONE with rush hour traffic and will enjoy my extra 20 minutes of sleep daily. Gotta love those happy accidents!

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Guess who returned to CrossFit this morning after the 6 month hiatus?! <– This girl!

You may recall, I took up CrossFit when I was trying to get in shape for my wedding last year. Not only did I get my butt in shape for my wedding dress, but I fell in love with the workouts and my box.

Awe, the good ole days when I had back muscles.

I kept up with CrossFit after the wedding, but eventually had to cut back when I started training for Ironman Florida. Due to my training schedule I dropped from three days a week to just one day a week. Which would have worked out great for the rest of training if it wasn’t for my crazy travel schedule. A crazy travel schedule and crazy training for the Ironman meant something had to go.

Adios, CrossFit! It was fun, but I had too much riding on my Ironman and, well, my job. So I said I would start back up when the Ironman was over.

I finished Ironman Florida the first weekend in November and proceeded to sit on my ass for the next month. It. Was. Glorious. I highly recommend it in fact.

I knew I wanted/needed to start again (I missed having awesome back muscles!), but the further and further I got away from Ironman Florida, the more I realized how nervous I was about walking back into the box. I’d been away for so long, what if all of my friends at the box judged me when I returned? What if I forgot everything I learned and looked like a complete fool? What if I was back to square one with what I could lift?

I was full of excuses and frankly sounded like a whiny baby. I enjoyed CrossFit so much when I was there. Everyone is great and it’s a complete judgment free zone – why the heck was I so nervous? So what if I had to start back at square one. We all have to start somewhere!

Last night I set my alarm for 5:15am and my bedroom was freezing when it went off this morning. All I wanted to do is stay in my bed, did I really need to go? What if I pushed it back one more day. That would be nice.

Nope. I knew I what I had to do. I got my butt out of bed and headed out the door.

As soon as I walked in the box I knew I had no reason to be nervous. Nothing had changed. It was the same gym, same coach, and the same great group of morning CrossFitters.  They were all a bit surprised to see me, but welcomed me back with open arms.

Of course, I was super rusty and definitely out of shape. It’d been so long that I had forgotten where things were and what some of the WOD lingo meant. I ended up asking twenty questions and still ran around like a chicken with her head cut off during the first round of the WOD.  Luckily the coach saw I was confused in the beginning and helped me through it.

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I also forgot how hard WODs are. We did 5 rounds and I was absolutely dying after two. During the 4th and 5th rounds, I was on the verge of vomiting. I was dying. Hurt. So. Good.

In the end I’m really glad I went. It was just what I needed to kick my CrossFit motivation back in gear. Right now my plan is sink back into my old MWF schedule. Here’s hoping blogging about it will hold me to it!

Have you ever taken a long hiatus from something and struggled getting back into it?

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