CrossBARFit

So after I took a month off (and still paid for) my Crossfit class, I went back for the first time last night. And nearly vomited. Like salivating, clutching my stomach, contemplating laying on a stranger’s lawn alongside SLC’s busiest street, vomited.

I walk in and my coach Taylor  (who is quite possibly going to take first place at next week’s national Crossfit Games) says, “DAWN! Where ya been?” I rub my protruding belly and say, “eating everything in sight.” She looks at my belly and hesitates just long enough for me to tell she is wondering if that means I’m pregnant (hey, I’ve been married two months and it’s Utah), she says, “cut it out, welcome back!” She thinks I didn’t see the hesitation.

Here’s our workout last night:

5 rounds for time –

400 meter run

20 box jumps (20 inches high)

20 wall ball squats (10 pound ball)

Sounds doable, right? OK, it’s also 95 degrees outside and there is NO AC IN THE GYM! Taylor even said to me right before the clock went, “Dawn, if you make it three rounds you can quit, it’s bad out there”. And I did, I made it three rounds and then sat in front of the fan and shook my head for the following ten minutes as teammates came over to me asking if I was ok. I must have looked like shit.

Back in the saddle tonight!