I’ve had a few classes at CrossFit RE after taking five personal training sessions with BeckyJo. Personal training was great because I had a chance to get to know her a bit more and see how I would feel physically during and after fairly high intensity workouts. It let me vent some of the “here are all of my special needs” blather that I was attached to. Like a lot of people, I just have to get that stuff out of the way early on, and then once I know I’m considered to be a normal person who will fit in, I can forget all that stuff and focus on the workout and on getting to know the other people at the gym.
It’s interesting to be a newbie at someone else’s CrossFit gym. Just the fact that in personal training I had to process the usual insecurities: “What if there are so many doubleunders that I’m about to pee myself? What if we have to do the Filthy Fifty and I can’t get through fifty without it turning into a death march? What if I’m the last one to finish every WOD?” etc etc. These things are not important. I can modify anything I need to. I needed to be told that.
So I’ve been treating every WOD as a practice session. Do a round or a set, rest if I need to, hit the next one. I can focus on doing things well rather than fast. It’s fun and CrossFit still makes me feel great.
Kyle came over today and we did back squats in the garage. He’s been off a bit, so he stuck with me on the weight. I had a one-rep max recently of 220, so we went up to 85 percent today, three sets of five at 185. Then we had lunch. I really appreciate and am grateful for how he and lots of other people in my gym world have kept in touch with me. It’s just a little bit like having a local extended family. Not quite the same, but they are people I can call on for help with certain things, such as feedback on excerpts from my writing project. I’m working on a book on weight training for older women.