I found this old draft dated September 2012 while I was cleaning out the old blog clutter today. I considered just deleting it. But I couldn't bring myself to do it. You see, I started crossfit as a desperate, I-better-get-my-act-together-I'm-signed-up-for-the-tough-mudder move, and I found a family there. One that celebrates accomplishments and encourages every single person who walks through the door. I considered finishing the end of the draft as I imagine I would have. But instead, I've left it as is. Truth be told, it has been quite a journey. The tough mudder is still an accomplishment in my book, even though it ended in ACL reconstruction and 6 months of physical therapy. Crossfit carried me through therapy and recovery and I am faster than I ever was before. For that and the amazing friendships I have made along the way, I am very grateful.
The gym is organizing a tough mudder team this year.
They will have a good time at it, I am sure!
Last year I put running the Tough Mudder on my bucket-to-do list. So when a girlfriend called me up and asked if I'd be on her team I couldn't really tell her no. This was going to be my one chance and the motivation I needed.
Mostly because I didn't want to chicken out I stayed away from the website and the training guide. Smart right?
It turns out that I joined a team chalk full of workout-junkies! And so I didn't disappoint them with my athletic abilities I decided I better get my act together. I joined crossfit. After attending classes twice a week for months now you'd think I'd feel like I'm getting stronger. I leave class every day feeling like I have so much more room for improvement. But you know what? It's just what I need. I'm not a pusher. Speedwork is virtually non-existent for me. I need the accountability of some one telling me to run faster or squat deeper.
An unexpected bonus to all of this, is that I am becoming a faster runner. Running, is where my heart really is, and without consciously trying, my half marathon time improved by 15 minutes.