I Survived

CrossFit is pretty much amazing. It’s absolutely PERFECT for me. Randomized, with structure and guidance, but only minimally competitive. Your times are posted publicly and you’re encouraged to be competitive, but really the only person you’re competing against is yourself. Which is AWESOME. I will probably get more into the competitive side of things once I get the movements down. Right now trying to be coordinated enough to not kill myself with throwing weight around is taking the majority of my focus lol.

I actually surprised myself with how much I could actually do going into it with zero experience. I can definitely feel it today, but it’s the exciting after an awesome workout burn, not the omg what have I done to myself burn. Just enough to know it’s effective, but not enough to never want to go back. I met with the owner last night to go over the basic orientation and I really like his style. Firm and informative, but not overbearing or rude. I haven’t encountered any of the other trainers just yet so we’ll see how that goes.

It was slightly disorganized when I arrived and while they do offer child care it could use some improvement. Nora was fine, there were people watching the kids, but so many people were in and out there wasn’t anyway to keep track of which kid went with which parent and the kid room was right up front by the door. Really anyone could have walked in and snatched a kid or two. It made me a little uncomfortable so I’m going to try to find somewhere else for Nora to stay while I’m there. That coupled with the fact that it was -15F out and I was layered in clothes but never really directed as to wear I could change people looked at me like I had ten eyeballs. There were a few smirks, and even the trainer was like: workout clothes you need those first. I replied: “yeah, I have them on under these layers. It’s -15F and I don’t know where to change.” After that initial awkward things went really well.

Interesting tidbit of info here: people who have PTSD have a split between brain hemispheres. The left side of our body is always tense and on high alert, while the right side is loose, and “depressed”. You can see it best if you look at a photo of our faces at rest. If you cover up one half of the photo one side will appear angry, and the other sad. In essence the diagnosis of PTSD is literally written on our faces lol. I didn’t know it had the same affect on the rest of our bodies until last night. It makes sense, but I didn’t think about it until the trainer was like: “you’re left side is so much more tense than your right. I don’t get it. On the one side you have incredible flexibility, but not the other.” It was a surprise to me, especially since I’m ambidextrous and can switch back and forth between left and right with out second thought. I never noticed it, but then again I’m not really able to watch myself move from an outside perspective.

Anyway…. I need to clean up the house a bit. It’s cluttered with baby toys. Until later Bloggies! đŸ™‚