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 Ever since the NY Times wrote an article about those scary CrossFit workouts, everyone I know has been telling me to "be careful" like I'm going to attempt some kind of death-defying feat.  I can happily report that I've gone to the official NYC class once more since that article was written and I'm not dead yet.
 
 It was about three weeks ago.  I got there a couple of minutes late and found the guys doing tabata squats.  I thought we were already in the workout so I joined in (it must have been the third or fourth round) balls out - butt to the heels, pumping hard.  My quads were throbbing so madly that I thought they would break through my skin and scamper away.  That was when I heard, "Nice warm-up, guys."  I almost fell down when I heard that.
 
 The actual workout was 5 stations each for a minute (dumbell swings, pull-ups, thrusters, ring dips and Burpees) and then a minute of rest, x3.  I'm still working on being able to do a real pull-up and ring dip so those were nice little struggles for me.  The dumbell swings and thrusters just shredded my quads further until I swore I could hear my own legs screaming at me.  And of course, with my luck, I ended up with Burpees for my final station.  I saw Pukey's face taunt me all three times I was in that corner of the room, though I managed to keep him at a manageable distance.  Then I spent nearly all of the next two weeks cringing in pain and handling staircases like a toddler.  (Seriously - I think the soreness only stopped a few days ago.)  I'd never been so happy to have handrails in my life.
 
 Still...  not dead yet!  How's everybody else doing?
 
				__________________"I've missed more than 9000 shots in my career. I've lost almost 300 games. Twenty-six times I've been trusted to take the game winning shot and missed. I've failed over and over and over again in my life. And that is why I succeed."
 (Michael Jordan)
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