This week marks my return to Crossfit. About 200 feet from my office we have Crossfit Escudo. So I took the trial classes back in early October, Then we got into the heat of the school board elections, so I stopped going. Today I returned.
Just when I'm riding high on the school board victories and my ego is feeling pretty righteous, CrossFit found a way to give my healthy sense of self a reality check. I am the biggest, oldest, slowest, most out of shape, gasping for breath person in the class. But you know what? I went. And I'll keep going. Even if it means that after the class all I want to do is curl up in the fetal position and cry.
