On my latest venture to look more like a bar stool, I started Crossfit. Yep. I bit the bullet and went with Mtn Man, my love, to Crossfit last night. To say I hurt, well, that's a complete understatement. I now know what it feels like to carry giant water jugs connected to a pole on your shoulders like the women in foreign countries. I have the marks on my back to prove it. But I continue to remind myself that it's all a work in progress. As we approach the end of our fourth week of the new diet, I am still confident that we are on a great path. And the picture above? Yeah, so true. I'm noticing small changes but no one else is and I'm cool with that. If I was doing this for anyone else, I'd never do it. So here's to 8 more weeks of diligence to show the world I mean business.
Crossfit was awful, but a good awful. Having Mtn Man there to endure the workout with me was a huge help and of course, gave me someone to blame for all my pain today. Lord help me tomorrow, because we are going back for more tonight. But despite all of the moaning and groaning, I'm completely inspired by the transformation I see in my future. I want to be a bad ass. I want to be a strong woman with crazy hot arms and stomach. I'll get there... just might take me a while.
Insert cheesy jokes here... but first man I've had that WANTED to workout together.
He's a keeper.
I also made the decision to take a picture of myself at workout 1 of crossfit and then again when I've done 50 workouts. And excuse me while I wait to post the first picture until I get to the end because that picture was NOT pretty. It's motivation, but personal motivation not to be shared with the world just yet. Until then, I'm headed to California next week for a global sales meeting with work. I am going to miss a full week of crossfit at the gym, but I'm going to test out hotel room crossfit workouts I've found online. Hope my neighbors don't mind all the noise!
