My first impression when I heard the word “CrossFit” was that it was a crossing of different passions with fitness. Thus I had high hopes there would be wine involved, friends. (Because wine is a passion for everyone, obviously.) So when I attended my first outing at a local CrossFit box I was dismayed to find multiple bodies lying on the floor, heaving and sweating, and not a single bottle of Cab Sauv…
It happens to many runners: you start running, you push your body faster, you go farther, you dream about PRs and distance goals, you watch your intake meticulously, and suddenly you see possibilities you never had the courage to dream before. Then BOOM! Something stops you in your tracks. Perhaps you get hurt. Or you get busy. Or you burn out. And as quickly as you gained mileage, fitness, and confidence, it all disappears.
This was the case for me two years ago. In Spring of 2013 I began running. I was at the heaviest weight I’d ever been and knew I needed to do something to fight the Freshmen Twenty (plus an additional two years of college eating). I had never run prior and knew nothing of the sport, but I jumped head-first anyways. Joining a local running group, I trained for my first 5k. Following an extremely successful first race, I moved forward and trained for my first half marathon and completed this race only five months after I began pounding the ground in my running shoes. Not only did I lose more than fifty pounds during my first year in the sport, but I also gained a confidence I’d never felt and milestones I never believed I could achieve. When asked my hobbies, running was always my first response and I identified myself as a runner first and foremost.
Two years ago I completed the RunDisney Glass Slipper Challenge — a 10k and half marathon back-to-back in Orlando. However, upon my return home I hung up my shiny new medals along with my running shoes. It is about time for me to wipe the dust from the shoes though and hit restart on my running regimen.
I hate to admit it but it has been some time since I’ve regularly hit the gym. I play volleyball twice a week and go to a spin class about once a month, but it has been a few months since I’ve actively gone to the gym to workout. The lack of sweat has become apparent now that the holidays are far behind me, and I’m starting to become uncomfortable in my clothes and self-esteem levels.
Instead of getting down and out, though, I have a cheerful solution: get back into the game!