Many of you know Allison, though some may not. Here is the story of how she came to join CrossFit For Glory…and fall in love with all the people here!
I had friends who did CrossFit, and seeing their posts on Facebook and learning what all it involved made it seem like a very difficult challenge. I’ve always tried to live my life in a way that kind of dares people (including myself) to tell me I can’t do something. I wanted not only to prove to myself that I could do this, but to change my life for the better.
My first impression?
Sheer and abject terror. In my trial class, I didn’t make it through the WOD. I sat in my car in the parking lot for half an hour before driving home, trying to recover enough to drive. I became very aware very quickly of what my limitations were, and I used to panic because I knew there were movements I couldn’t complete (or even start).
As I kept with it, I learned how to scale the movements to things that I actually could do. And more importantly, I learned that I could do much more than I thought I could. Now, instead of being terrified of the WOD, I’m still nervous (especially if there’s no time cap), but I’m excited to see what I can do.
It’s really hard to single out one moment or achievement that I am the most proud of. I’m especially proud of the picture of me hanging by the door, which was taken during the Open (15.4). For anyone who doesn’t know the story, part of the workout was 75-lb cleans. This was my PR, and I was nervous about how many I’d be able to complete. When I loaded up the bar, I miscounted (math is hard), and accidentally loaded 85 lbs on the bar. I managed to eke out two reps, and was disappointed. Rob sent me that picture that evening, and as I was looking at it, I realized how much weight was on the bar, and that I had beaten my previous PR by 10 whole pounds! When I look at that picture and see the look on my face, it makes me realize that so much of what we do is mental. And I also see how much my body has changed in a year’s time…my legs look awesome!
But I’m also proud of the gains I’ve made in weightlifting. I’m proud of the upper body strength I am developing…when I first started, I couldn’t hang from the bar at all (I mean AT ALL), and now I can do knee-ups. I’m actually developing muscles in my arms that I can see. I’ve dropped two pants sizes this year. I have so much more endurance now…I don’t gripe about having to walk long distances or many flights of stairs. It’s improved my hockey as well…I skate much faster, and can stop and start more quickly. Just last week I used a box for box jumps for the first time ever.
I set a goal this year to do one band-assisted pull-up by the end of the year (but I don’t think I am going to make it, which is my fault entirely since I really haven’t worked on it enough), and to do one regular push-up, which I think I might manage (I’ve gone from wall push-ups to push-ups from my knees).
I’d like to work on seeing the number on the scale start to go down, too. Nutrition has always been my biggest challenge…not because I don’t know what to do, but because I have trouble making the time to plan appropriately and dealing with impulsive behavior.
Again, it’s difficult to single out one specific memory, but overall it’s been the friendships I’ve developed. Everyone has been so welcoming and supportive (both the athletes and the coaches). It makes me want to come to class when I know there will be other people there that I enjoy being around…not just at the box, but outside of it as well.