I went to my first Crossfit class this morning. There is a strong possibility that I will not be able to get out of bed tomorrow.
Yes, I am a runner. But no, I do not have any muscles. I've never been especially physically strong. My history with weight lifting and gym memberships is spotty at best. Other than an embarrassing and short-lived stint as a shot-putter and discus thrower in 8th grade, I have never been athletic or played on team sports. Dancing? Yes. Singing? Yes. Dancing and singing at the same time? Yes. But no sports for this choir girl.
I can't do a full push-up. I found out that I cannot jump (forward, straight up, or otherwise) to save my life. You can hardly call what I did this morning an actual pull-up. I was disappointed to see that they did not have a 5 lb. kettlebell for me to use. And for the love! What in the world is a burpee?
When the head trainer asked me how I was liking the WOD so far, I smiled sweetly through the shower of sweat streaming down my face and told him that they were all insane.
I am exhausted and my arms are screaming and my legs are probably going to go on strike.
Can't wait to go back.