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| L to R: BFF Teri, Brett Thomason and Me. |
Here's the thing, if Brett said he ate live baby birds for breakfast every morning...
OK, I probably wouldn't do it.
But I would think about it. I would probably even buy the baby birds. I'd let them hop around my house for a few days before I admitted to myself there was no way I was going to do it.
So, anyway, I did the free trial of this Cross Fit thing and I was hooked. It was fun and hard. There was a little competition going on for how fast you could finish, which I loved. (Little did I know when trying the Saturday class I was trying the "easy" class.)
So, last night, I went to my first weekday class. I'm in something called "on ramp" which is a program for us newbies, so we can learn to do all the exercises everyone else is doing.
We started off the class learning the right way to do a squat. Then we practiced squats next to a wall to help us with our form and posture. Then, we did this horrible squat exercise, where you squat until your butt touches a medicine ball and stand back up. (As many as you can do in 20 seconds, rest for 10 seconds and repeat 8 times. The goal was to do the same amount each time because your lowest count was what was recorded.) Then, we went step-by-step, move-by-move through a squat-thrust. (I think that's what it was called. It was some sort of weight lifting thing.) Again, we used medicine balls, because Craig wanted to make sure we got the form right, rather than worrying about weight. So we did a hand full of these.
At this point, we'd been there for about a half hour and I think to myself. "This isn't too bad. I'm a little tired. I'll probably be a little sore in the morning."
"OK," Craig called to our group. "Time to start our work out."
Start? Oh, crap.
