It’s been mere days since I ran out of time on my month of Crossfit, and I miss it already.
Not just the exercise, though that’s a large part of it. I mean, whenever I went there, I ended up pushing myself and feeling like I’d gotten a good workout when I left. That alone is enough to miss, but I also miss the people that I met there (and maybe a few in particular).
We were all there for the same basic reasons, to get more fit, to challenge ourselves and to work. Even though there were a few people who didn’t seem to be putting forth as much effort as I thought they could, or should, that didn’t ultimately make a difference to my workout and my ability to challenge myself. Sometimes, I was able to go faster and harder by seeing other people trying to do the same things. Or harder things. Or even easier things for me that were harder for them.
I knew that I would not be able to continue attending these workout sessions every day. I’m pretty sure it isn’t actually a good idea to workout that hard 6 days a week, not for ordinary mortals anyway.
But I did do it.
Non-athletic, light-weight lifting, late sleeping me.
And I wanted to keep going…
But I’m not. Even if I were still able to go, I’m sick today. Some sort of cold/tummy thing that’s got me laid out – not something I would care to share with anyone, though my poor husband doesn’t really have a chance to avoid it.
So once I’m feeling better, I’ll be on to the next physical challenge: hiking on an incline treadmill with a pack loaded for a 2 day 3 night trip.
At least I won’t have to get up at 5am for that one.