What Happens When You Try 3 CrossFit Classes In A Day
This was never meant to happen. I went to the early morning class knowing that…
This was never meant to happen. I went to the early morning class knowing that…
Today I bailed on a Crossfit workout for the first time. It was about three…
Ask any Dad (or guy, for that matter) what their fitness objectives are and upwards…
It’s been just over a year since I started Crossfit training. To say I was in a bad place mentally when something prompted me to finally get along to my local box is something of an understatement. A dead man walking is putting it a bit strongly, but isn’t that far from the mark.
So given my relative experience, or more the fact that I’m no longer a complete Crossfit beginner, it feels like an opportune time to reflect on my experience to date, assess my progress but mostly to see if any of the myths surrounding “the sport” have been dispelled.
A wise man once told me that progress is not lineal. And so it has proved in Super Fit Dad-land as the burgeoning juggernaut of PBs, progress and self-satisfied improvement has careened off the road and screeched to an abrupt halt. The wheels, it seems, have well and truly fallen off the wagon.
What has happened to precipitate such an almighty decline in performance? And has it really been that bad? Let’s look at the symptoms for clues.
Revisiting my first experience with Crossfit a bit over a year ago. Here’s how it went down…
A couple of months ago I did something I’d been meaning to do for almost five years and stepped across the threshold of a gym as a Crossfit beginner: a murky world where devotees of this particular fitness phenomenon flog themselves senseless doing workouts that combine Dad-style circuit training with Olympic weight-lifting and even some gymnastics, usually performed to cranking music and without a shirt on.
And that’s just the women.