Drank the Kool-aid

As many of you know, I gave in a drank the Crossfit Kool-aid. It really is a cult. Crazy people, crazy activities, and crazy lingo. I LOVE IT! Reminds me so much of being an athlete in high school. I feel younger and stronger than I have in years.

My proof:

Yep, I lift big, heavy tires.

Alas, when you lift big, heavy tires, you get big, ugly tread marks on your body. The bruises are almost a week old now. But check out that muscle! 

They allow me to do things like this:

My father was very proud of me.

I'm attempting to learn to do double-unders (jump roping where the rope passes under your feet twice per jump). This is what it looks like when you "attempt" double unders.

Looks much better than last week. No, I'm not a cutter; I'm a whipper. I'll save you from having to see the marks on my butt from missed jumps.

Yesterday, we were doing push presses. Basically, the weights rest across your shoulders and you push/press it overhead. Over head stuff is not my forte.  I may have missed a couple of times and the weigh may have rocketed back down onto my clavicle.  Darn gravity.  I'm sure this will be even more impressive tomorrow.

But my all time favorite (?) marks come from burpees. Turns out, in Crossfit, you have to throw in a pushup at the bottom of a burpee. Well, when you're really tired, that sometimes results in flinging your body to the ground and then doing a random pushup motion with maybe some knees thrown in, which result in this.  

Uh, huh. So to sum things up, I love this crazy, insane sport! Please don't give me the number to an abuse hotline (actually happened to one of the girls at the box, whose friend had seen her whip marks). I love what's going on with my body and even love the war wounds. 

Some of the WODs (workouts of the day) suck. Couple of weeks ago we did Filthy 50: 

50 Box jump

50 Jumping pull-ups
50 Kettlebell swings
Walking Lunge, 50 steps
50 Knees to elbows
50 Push press
50 Back extensions
50 Wall ball shots
50 Burpees
50 Double unders

Holy heck that may have hurt. Not really sure because I got pretty delirious before it was all over and wasn't thinking real clearly. But OMG! I saw the WOD the night before and was freaking out. But I'm more proud of finishing it than pretty much anything else I've done lately. 

Between the muscles, the war wounds, the people, the shirtless guys, and the endorphins,  I'm definitely addicted to Crossfit.