I Was Here: Chelan Valley CrossFit
Up until a few days ago I had no idea what a thruster was, let alone a clean and jerk, snatch or WOD. And if you’d told me to meet you down at “the box”, I would’ve asked you for some clarification.
I had no clue. I didn’t speak a lick of CrossFit.
It turns out that thrusters, snatches, clean and jerks, and WODs are just what I need in my life right now. I’ve been lazy. I don’t look and feel my best. And dammit, I want that to change.
So I’m joining my new friends down at Chelan Valley CrossFit, digging deep, sweating it out, and working hard to get fit because I’m sick and tired of being…sick and tired.
I’ve only just begun and this gym still feels like a torture chamber, but I know that in no time I’ll actually look forward to coming here.
I won’t always hate these jump ropes and someday I’ll be strong enough to complete an unassisted pullup. But right now? I’m still struggling and that’s okay.
Because this is supposed to be hard. It’s supposed to hurt. I’m supposed to sweat buckets. And yes, I’m supposed to feel the urge to rip my trainer’s eyeballs out. Why? Because this CrossFit stuff is intense.
But someday, who knows how many days from now, I’ll be proud of myself for sticking it out. I’ll be stronger, leaner, healthier. I might even become just as badass as Tino, Bret, and Heather – the driving force behind CVCF.
For now, I’ll be working my ass off down at the box cursing my trainer and today’s new WOD. I’ll be pushing through snatches, thrusters, and whatever else Tino throws at me because I want this really bad.
So bring on those stupid pullups that I hate so much.
I’m ready and my red kicks are on. My name is on the board and I’m ready to work. Hell yeah, I was here!
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