I would consider myself a fairly athletic person. I’ve played soccer most of my life and have
been a runner off and on. But I stuck
with what was familiar and safe. I did
not leave my comfort zone. Running a
half marathon was an exception. And it was
the first time I realized that maybe I could actually learn to love
exercise. I used to see those people who
ran or exercised daily as the enemy. How
can they have the energy? How can they
find the time? I could never have arms
like Michelle Obama. I’m just not built
for that stuff.
And then the word Crossfit kept popping up. A couple friends were doing it. Bob Harper was doing it. There were really hot men on the TV doing
it.
So I looked it up, saw the price tag, gasped, and tried not
to look at it ever again.
But then a new Crossfit gym opened up right near my
house. And they were offering a month’s
worth of beginner classes for half the price.
So I took the plunge. And I
believe I may be addicted.
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