First day at Crossfit

Well, I embraced the suck.

And came out pretty darn humble.

I sleepily got out of bed this morning and drove to my new gym. I was scared and intimidated but as soon as I walked through the door like a lost puppy, my trainer walked right up to me and said hey and introduced himself. I was training with Brandon, a former strongman competitor. Intimidation factor... up again. We wasted no time and he asked me if I was ready to go through a workout.

I had no idea how bad I would suck. But it's okay. Everyone has a day one, and they all reminded me of it.

My warmup consisted of: (I may have the 15's and 20's mixed up but you get the idea)
1200m rowing 20 pushups
20 situps
15 air squats
15 back extentions
15 shoulder extenders? I can't remember what they were called, they stretch out your shoulders and help flexibility, but it didn't matter anyway because after about 8 of them I had to run outside and dry heave...

Dry heaving after a warmup... lovely. I was so embarrassed but he kept telling me it happens to everyone.

Then we were getting set for my WOD. (Workout of the Day). It was an intro WOD -a modified Half Cindy, for those of you crossfitters.

10:00 Minutes
5-10-15
5 jumping pull ups
10 air squats
15 cal on the rowing machine
AMRAP (As many reps as possible)

I got through 2 reps and thought there was no way I could do more... but I kept on. Brandon was right there counting each one out and keeping me up with my time. I finished 3 reps and up to 14 calories on the machine. If I would have had 1 second longer I could have finished that last row to give me 4 full reps.
That rowing machine and I are on bad terms. It pretty much gave me a big F-U at the end.

After some stretching and catching my breath, we chatted for a little bit about the program and what I thought. In all reality, I feel like that was the hardest workout I've ever done and in total I was probably only really exercising for about 40 minutes. I hate that my upper body strength is non-existent and it makes me angry that I'm so weak. I want to be strong. I don't care about the scale, I want to FEEL better. I even told him that I want to be able to carry the kitty litter without having a hernia. I'm all about the comic relief. But it's true.

I've decided to move forward with the foundations sessions (3 one on one sessions to teach form and movements for lifting) and I will be going back bright and early at 6am on Friday.

My body feels like Jello but I'm sitting here a little bit taller and my back a little bit straighter.

Now excuse me while I finish my protein shake and go sit in a tub of ice.