*bump*
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?
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(Michael Jordan)
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