My shoulders are mimiking the custard that was in my donut on Saturday because I can barely lift my arms and hands to type.
I’m on another quest to get in shape. This time I’ve dove into CrossFit and not willingly at all. In fact, I’ve been sorta wanting to do it because it looked like such a good workout, but the picking up a sledge hammer to pound a huge tire was intimidating. So finally, I sucked it up and signed my bag of bones and fat (no muscles in there!) for the craziest workout of my life. I was ready to leave after just 15 minutes.
Let me back up a bit because I realize some may not know what CrossFit is. Wikipedia defines it as “…a strength and conditioning fitness methodology. Its stated goal is to create the quintessential athlete, equal parts gymnast, Olympic weightlifter and sprinter. It is not sport-specific. CrossFit features varied workouts based on functional movement performed at high intensity. Workouts are brief (often 20 minutes or less) and do not use weight machines. Recently, concerns have been raised that CrossFit can cause injury or death from rhabdomyolysis.”
Obviously the CrossFit gym I went to does not listen to the definition because my class was a whole hour, not 20 minutes as described above. That explains why I was ready to pack it up after only getting started. Also, I think I may have had a small bout of rhabdomyolysis…whatever that is? I do believe I nearly died of it from CrossFit though.
Wish me luck as I reluctantly attend three classes of this a week.
Despising CrossFit,
Rizzle
