I know everyone who works out consistently curses January. It is the time when your classes are filled with unfamiliar faces, there is a waiting list for treadmills, and the parking lots are packed.
I have to be honest. I love it when new people come to crossfit. Not only because I love to see people connect with it and get hooked, but it allows me to see how far I have come.
Yesterday we had some new faces in our class and a tough work out ahead of us. At the end of the work out, some of the "veterans" and I were talking about how fun the workout was and how we totally rocked it. One of the newbies said, "You think that was FUN???!!!???" The collective reply was, "YES!"
Then I quickly remembered the first time I did a wall ball and how I wanted to blow my brains out. I remember the first time I had to do a bunch of burpees and wanted to run to my car. I remember the first class, seeing all of these amazingly fit women and men doing things I NEVER thought I could do.
Now I call this fun and I have to force myself to take rest days. Interesting. I never had to force myself to take rest days from trail running or the Y. Call it a cult, an addiction, whatever. I'm fucking hooked and I have never looked or felt better in my life. I have never had so much fun exercising before.
So after a little shit talkin from Christina (my favorite shit talker on
earth), the newbies decided to do extra hand release push ups and sit
ups with us. I can already tell a couple of them will be back. It's time to hand out the red kool aid and get some more people kicking ass and taking names!