Jumping on the CrossFit wagon

Agony.

I think that word sums up just how I feel right about now.

Less than 24 hours ago I finally dragged myself to my friends CrossFit gym. It’s been something that I’ve been wanting to try since he established it- 3 years ago. But life always seemed to get in the way (as it does).

I lift weights, I believe I’m fit but I can’t remember feeling like this after any work out I’ve done before.

I don’t regret it at all- in fact I feel a sense of accomplishment from doing it. I pushed myself in a completely different way yesterday. And it was great.

Although maybe not so great when I struggled to lift my arms up to wash my hair! OUCH!

I should also mention the blisters that immediately appeared on my hands as well as the bruises on my arms and collar bones which prompted a few jokes in the office this morning as they look reminiscent of hickeys. Let me assure you that they are not, unless hickeys are painful.

But my eyes have been opened to the wonderful, challenging and painful world of CrossFit and I can’t wait for my next class!

Soph xx