When Tim and I moved back into Austin from the "country" a few years ago, I started doing the Relentless Boot Camp that Crossfit Central has to offer. It took me at least 3 days to walk normally again and find my groove, but then I was hooked. I had heard from a lot of people that Crossfit was somewhat cult-like and even though I wasn't doing the full-speed, indoor classes, I could see how people "drink the koolaid".
Eventually, Tim joined me and well, these days, I'd say he's pretty much addicted to the burpee-lovin', pull-up raising, double-under groovin' movement known as Crossfit. I stopped going to boot camp when I was pregnant because I was concerned with the intensity of the workouts. They say that it's perfectly fine to do it while pregnant, to just know your limitations, etc. but I was nervous and didn't want to jeopardize anything. So, I walked the neighborhood. Tim has continued on without me, far surpassing my knowledge of the crossfit lingo and has moved indoors with "the big boys". Sure he still likes to drink beer, and occasionally we eat cheese (and other non-paleo stuff), but the competition and the athleticism is what drives him to return each time. It's nice knowing the adrenaline that he feeds off of and the tension/anger/frustrations that he could potentially builds up is used for good and not evil. It's productive, fun and motivating.
After getting back into the workout scene, now with child and child-like expenses, I couldn't justify the cost of crossfit for both of us, nor could I commit to the time frame. Not yet at least, I'm gradually hoping to work my way back into Coach Karen's classes. That means I have to reunite myself with burpees though and I really hate burpees. So for now, Tim does crossfit and I work out at another local gym with a sort-of-want-to-be-ish-boot-camp class. I'm still doing the movements that I like to do and I have a place to get my cardio in all at 5:30 in the morning. Sure I'd much rather be in bed at that time of day, but it gives me the flexibility to get my work out in before Cameron wakes up and it doesn't take away from my evenings with my family.
In one of my classes recently we tried a yoga move that I had never done before and I couldn't believe how difficult and challenging it was! That night I went home and showed both Tim and my Sister. We all sat around for maybe 15 minutes trying our hand at it. Guess who was able to do it first try? Yup, the cross-fitter of the family!
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Grr! It was so frustrating! I tried to blame it on the fact that my legs were too long and too heavy, but my sister called me on it and said that we just didn't have the core strength needed. She's so smart! It got me thinking though, is it harder for women to get to that level of core strength because we have the insides to carry children?
The best part of this rambling story: I considered what it must look like if you were walking past our house and looked in the window to see three grown people on the floor trying to do some crazy yoga move and laughing hysterically at each other. What am I going to do when both my Sisters are away at college next year, I hope they both continue to call me out when I need it (even from afar).
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