4 Rounds for time:
100 Single Under
3 Snatch @ 165/110
From Jess B
I started Crossfit in February 2015. My then boyfriend, now husband, Phillip had been a member at Crossfit SAC for about a year. I had never been interested in attending. I assumed I wouldn’t like it, that it was dangerous, that it would be too hard, that I wasn’t fit enough. All the usual excuses. I don’t know where I got these notions from. I was probably just basing this on what I saw on the internet. Phillip invited me to a Saturday community day WOD and I reluctantly accepted. I should point out I was overweight and out of shape, having lived a completely sedentary life for years. I was deeply unhappy with how I looked and felt. Like most people I had tried a few diets and fitness routines over the years, but I never stuck with anything more than a few months. I didn’t expect Crossfit to be any different.
I attended the community day, nervous that I wouldn’t fit in or be able to keep up during the WOD. It was some combination of running, squats, and something with a kettlebell. Of course it kicked my butt. For the next few days I was more sore than I’d ever been in my life. After the soreness wore off I called the gym and said I was ready to drink the kool-aid.
It wasn’t easy. In fact it was really hard. I struggled a lot in those first few months. There was a lot of frustrating days, soreness in muscles I didn’t know I had, and I may have cried once or twice. But the good vastly outweighed the bad. I discovered that I really looked forward to going to the gym. I loved the feeling of accomplishment that accompanies finishing a grueling workout. I made friends and looked forward to seeing them and commiserating over our mutual suffering.
After 9 months I upgraded my membership and started coming 5-6 times a week and utilizing open gym time to work on attaining new skills. Also at this time I took a hard look at myself and made some significant lifestyle changes. I quit drinking alcohol, something I felt was negatively impacting my life, relationships and fitness. I also started to improve my nutrition with the mindset that I was making better choices that would fuel my performance in the gym. This time marked a huge turning point for me in terms of both physical and mental changes.
Now, three years later at age 35, I am healthier than I’ve ever been. My body composition has changed significantly; I’ve leaned out and gained muscle. I have more energy and can tackle activities I wouldn’t have tried before. I actually look forward to going to the gym, something I never thought possible. My self esteem has improved and I feel more comfortable in my own skin. By surrounding myself with positive people I’ve met at the gym I feel driven to be a better person. I feel inspired daily by what my fellow athletes are accomplishing and I feel honored to be a part of it. I’ve been sober for over 2 years (I rarely advertise that last part, but hey, we’re all friends here). And while I’m a very different person than the woman who walked into the gym three years ago, I’d be lying if I said I didn’t still have insecurities and negative thoughts about myself. There are times I look in the mirror and wish I was thinner. I sometimes get caught up in comparing myself to other women in the gym and get disappointed in myself when I fail to do as well as them. There are days (weeks, really) when I make poor nutrition choices and beat myself up over it. But then I think about how far I’ve come. I may not be as lean as I’d like but I’m strong and can move heavy weights. I may not be as fast as some woman but I can push myself and stay on their heels. My nutrition will forever be a work in progress and eating less than ideal foods does not make me a bad person. I’m not perfect, and I never will be. But I can try to be a little better than yesterday. It’s a marathon, not a sprint, and my race has just begun.