Crossfit – Still with it!

Despite the fact that I pretty much never stick to a diet and/or exercise regimen, I am still doing Crossfit! I’ve been going for a total of three weeks now (about 2-3 times per week), and I think I like it (sidenote- ask me in a few months if I am still doing Crossfit. Actually, ask me in a few months if I am still paying for Crossfit and if I am still going).

Although it is not supposed to be a competition, I don’t really like to come in last. So last Monday, I was pleased to see that after the first 800m run, I was third from last! In very last was a woman about my age and likely about 200 lbs. She sets up her wall ball exercise next to me and, very nicely, points out that I am not squatting when I catch the ball. I swear that I am but the fact that I can no longer even feel my legs has me giving her the benefit of the doubt. So I thank her and continue with the exercise trying my best not to crumble to the floor. As I head out the door for my 400m run, I see her coming in. Wow, I think to myself, she really hustled. As I head out the door for my last 800m run, I see her returning again…but not in the direction one would return from when running 800m but from the 400m direction. Come to think of it, I didn’t even see her doing air squats with the rest of us. I put it all together: she’s cheating! The woman who told me what’s what is cheating!

I talk to my Crossfit guru, Jerilyn about it and she says it happens all the time and (in a whisper tone) especially with the larger people. I talk to Jim about it and he points out that she is nearly 75 lbs heavier than me and is likely advised to go a little easier. True, true. But still, girlfriend had the balls to critique my form and then skipped exercises all together!

So Monday night, despite the nasty cold that is hovering around my cloudy head, I make it to Crossfit. We have a pretty intense workout and I am literally dying: throat on  fire, hate my life, dying. Again, I don’t come in last, but damn near it at 13 minutes. As I catch my breath and head out of the gym, I pass the Cheater on my way out (still working out, still against the clock) and it hits me: either consciously, or subconsciously (still figuring it out) I left out my last round of lateral hurdle hops. I’m a cheater! And the more I think about it, the more I realize that I think I did it on purpose. I feel so guilty because my friends are naming her the “fatty cheater”. Maybe we all have off days?

Oh, f*cking sue me, I had a cold and a side cramp!