I Did It

I finished the "Elements" or intro class to Crossfit. 

I decided to repeat it before jumping in to the real classes.  Because I figure if I take another month to focus on the basics, it will be a little easier.  Because I'm a wimp.  The really fit people scare me a little, to be honest.

Another woman in our class has also decided to repeat again, which makes me feel a little better.  Let's just say neither one of us are spring chickens.

But here's the thing-- we didn't quit.

Don't get me wrong, I seriously considered quitting in the middle of the second week as I was hanging from the pull-up bar envisioning that one day I may actually be able to lift my legs, reflecting on the times when I could do 100 knee lifts and not break a sweat through the first 50.

Hanging. Dangling. Reminiscing. 

Pissed.

Pissed at me for somehow getting in the position where hanging on was the best I could bring.

Pissed at the sad looks I got from the others in the class.

Pissed at the coach for clapping my achievement of simply not falling from the bar.

Really?

Hey.  I am better than this.

So as I hung there like deer meat waiting to be processed,I decided not to quit.

Okay, maybe not right then.  Maybe it was on the drive home. Or that night. Or whenever the humiliation finally subsided.

Regardless, I didn't quit.  Neither did the other woman.

And while I may not be moving on to superfitdom any time soon, I am not going back.

No, I lost no weight.  Not a pound.

But...

My clothes are loose.

I helped my parents move last week.  I was lifting and moving things like a pro. 

I carried 30 pounds of dog food in from the car today like it was nothing.

I'll take it.

I will proudly repeat the intro class.

Because I will not quit. 

I may suck.  A lot.  For a long time. 

But I will not quit.