Crossfit Day 1

Last night, I went to my first CrossFit session.  Truth be told, it wasn't even really a "REAL" session, but a "fundamentals course."  My quads are screaming that it was fundamentally torture.  I can honestly say I did more squats in the first half hour than I have ever done in my life.  Squats with no weights, back squats, sumo dead lift high pulls (squats with the added pleasure of a kettle bell), box jumps (wherein one jumps--or hops--onto a box 12-18 inches off the ground), and then a few pushups thrown in just for variety.

It was surprisingly fun...until I figured out that was really the warmup for the 10 minute newbie variation of a workout or WOD (workout of the day) as seasoned veterans would call it.  I confess that prior to this moment, I had generally thought ten minutes was a fairly short amount of time.  We watch a lot of legal movies and television shows around here; and you sometimes hear that it took someone ten minutes to die.  I usually thought that wasn't such a bad thing...because ten minutes really isn't that long.  I would now like to offer my apologies to all the fictionalized characters of the crime genre whose suffering I wantonly dismissed.  I was wrong.  Ten minutes is a lifetime...especially if you have warmed up with 30 minutes of varying squat exercises and now are trying to see how many more you can do in these 600 seconds.

When I finally made it home--which was something of a miracle considering I wondered whether or not my legs had enough strength to properly control the gas and brake pedals--I downed half a gallon of water and forced myself to eat some cashews.  I made it up the stairs with no problems but actually had to sit and slide down on my bottom to get back downstairs.  That's a little pathetic...but precisely pathetic enough to ensure that I will be be back Wednesday morning.