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[iamraegonzales]

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[spuncopper]

CrossF-OUCH! Week 1

So I made it through my first week of CrossFit. What an experience. 

Some things I didn’t expect: 

1) Smiling - I mean really? Who am I? A Disney character? The coolest feeling though was running a 5k at dawn. For the record, I literally never thought I would say that in my life. Normal Mandy hates running and early morning. So go figure. 

2) How I would deal with the competition element of this workout world - I’m the kid who double faulted in tennis not because I can’t serve, but because my brain kinda sucks. Therefore I am craftily going at 5:45am; I never see other scores and the classes are minuscule.  

3) Waking up successfully - Let me reiterate this: I loathe waking up in the morning. Cody, my brother, has been going on about “If you just got up earlier before that next REM cycle it would be easier”. What a load of- never mind- he’s totally right- Whatever.

Some things I did expect:

1) Nearly crying from frustration and occasionally the thrill of success - I have exercise induced asthma. I remember the first time I had an asthma attack in the 6th grade; I was utterly bewildered and frightened. That was the original seed of discontent. Not being able to breathe created the rift between me and my body. Up until then I was a carefree combo. Self and form, form and self bestest buds 4 ever. Now, I am reliant on the proximity of my inhaler which is fertile ground for self-hate. When my body can’t perform like my mind envisions, pervasive disappointment wells up and frequently exits via my tear ducts. I have yet to cry in class, but I’m walking the line. The worst is when my trainer reads the internal battle and supports me. Absolutely slays. I may have to someday explain to him the tendency to cry when people are nice to me when I’m upset.

2) Deciding to be Ms. Personality as a cover for my actual weakness - My first class was at a convenient 9am with lots more people. I cheered and hoorayed despite being the last. I reread this and it sounds like I want a pat on the back, “Hey, way to not be a stick in the mud, Mandy.” This is not my intent. It’s the decision to accept where I’m at and to not take other people’s fitness levels personally. Put more simply: I’m an apple and everyone else is also produce, so be cool. 

3) My level of sore - I hurt everywhere. Please don’t look at me too hard. 

Okay, let’s talk about my stats. This July I was working out at home and monitoring my eating (see all the down arrows from 7/28). Then I went to Asia for a month with my bestie. I ATE ALL THE FOOD AND DRINK. IT WAS GLORIOUS. I came home to one measly week to finish getting ready for the school year and reorient myself and my life. These events are reflected in my numbers below: an apparent explosion of T&A. The weirdest baseline ever.

High five. 

More to come next week on the workout front. 

[lost-in-this-world]

Humming while dressing up....oh, such a turn on! 😊😋😚😍

[ciecie7]

I love the way....

Rather than getting jealous or mad about the fact that all his team mates are talking about how fine his "mamacita" looks sitting over on the other end of the field he just laughs it off feeling all proud that that girl sitting over on the other end that all the boys are wondering for who she came to see is all his lady and only has eyes to see him play. He know what he got, he's proud of what he's got and he's hella happy to know it's his lady they think is so fine and that's all that matters! (;