I’ve danced all my life. It was something I ate, slept, and breathed for. After my short professional career, I tried to keep on dancing. I was taking dance classes here and there and even thought about trying out for the Washington Redskins and Wizards after my move. (Never happened. I’m still pretty faithful to my Eagles). My boyfriend (now husband) at the time was doing Crossfit. This was circa 2010? It was still pretty new and I had heard “stuff” about it. Like stupid stuff. People used to talk about how bad it was for you. People wouldn’t shut up about it. Remember “uncle rhabdo”? Go fist yourself.
I knew I needed to do something to fill the void of dancing. To me, crossfit was very technical and almost rehearsed as if you had to follow a workout compared to performing a dance routine. I liked it. I hated it. I loved everything about it. And basically retired from that dance life.
I joined a Crossfit gym July 2011 and started doing the Crossfit Open in 2012. Without even realizing my potential, I made the team in 2013 as an alternate. I was planning a wedding. Add a new house on top of that. I wasn’t really “training” but was doing workouts almost 4-5 days a week. All their movements and lifts felt very natural to me. I got better and better with stamina. All the sudden, I was snatching more weight than most girls even some of the guys (winking at yous) at my gym. I wasn’t even really trying to be one of the top members. Okay, I lied. If there was no competition, then how would you compare? Be the best version of you. Period. Dot com.
Awkward! Does Bradley Cooper do Crossfit? No? Darn!
Anyhow, I decided to take the Crossfit Level 1 Coach certification. It required a full weekend of instructions and end with an exam at the end of the class on Sunday. I got my book and read through it. Day 1 comes along. Holy crap. If I remembered correctly, that was a shitload of information. Even though, everyone was so clear on the movements and fundamentals of Crossfit, I was still lost in translation. My brain does not work the same way a person with a normal hearing does. I ended up with a headache that night. Next day rolls along. Should be easy day right? Go through all the movements in small groups. Okay, time out. This exam is today?
My head hurts. So much listening (about 4-5 different coaches with different voices), lipreading, and the whole weekend was super chaotic in my opinion. And because of all that, failed my course. Twice. Eventually, passed my third. Barely.
I began coaching at Crossfit Reston and eventually took the kids coach’s course. I went on to coach the kids classes for about 4 years. Guess what? Rich Froning (don’t ask) was in my group at the Crossfit Kids Certification. Talk about nerves when one of the Red Shirt Coaches make you coach him in front of everyone. Squats? No problem! “Arms up, butt out, hips back as you go down!”. Can someone take my blood pressure please? (Fans self)
Gags. Now, I began to realize coaching was not a very easy thing for me to do. If you’ve taken a Crossfit class or coached, you may know what I’m talking about. Imagine this, everyone is staring at you. The music and fans are on. You can barely hear yourself. You need to be on top of every single movements which to me, no problem. Time came for it. My voice? Wasn’t cut out for it. The gym was huge and it seemed to echo back and forth. Members could barely hear me. My voice cracked. A lot. It’s pretty hilarious. 3, 2, 1!! (Cracked voice) And guys, I adore you all, no sympathy please. Go away.
My Crossfit Certification was running out. Every five years, you have to either retake Level 1 or move up to take Level 2 and bypass the first course. With my new job and the commute I was doing, I decided to let it run out. Good bye Lululemon discounts! I’ll miss you!
Don’t get me wrong. Coaching is very rewarding. When a member achieves her first pull up or PR a lift, even scrape their shin on the box, you know you’ve done your job. You’ve been in their shoes. You remember what it’s like. Go people. Thumbs up. Rock on. Good luck making the Games. Wink.
Nowadays, I lift and workout in my awesome garage gym. We call it “Swole City HAM Club”. Haha. It’s my little bubble. Away from stupid people. I can come home from work, take 15 mins to say hi to the dogs even though Nikki just wants to go outside for her tennis balls, hug my husband, change, walk five feet into my gym and just go. Head down and move. I work 10 hr days, some shorter if I’m lucky. On a good day, I will spend an hour. But that’s usually on my days off. Long day? If I don’t feel like doing anything, I almost always try at least 8-10 mins of a metcon, emom (that’s Every Minute On the Minute), or cardio such as running or rowing. Just to get a sweat and my heart racing. We all need that in our lives. Get your heart pumping people!
2015 was my best Crossfit Open performance. I had my eyes on the Games. Even if it didn’t happen that year, it was gonna happen the next and the year after that and so forth! Nopeski. That year I received my acceptance letter for Dental Hygiene school and the world just stopped. Pretty much. I tried to keep up with training. Um, forget about it. My first semester almost killed me. Almost. I applaud the people who can go to school full time and train full time. Good for you superstars. Can someone just sponsor me so I can quit my job and train full time? Ha.
A lot of people ask me what I eat. I eat cheesesteaks every day! And pizza! And my homemade ice cream! Dude I wish it were that easy. While I do eat those things but in moderation (I’m only human), I pretty much follow a macro/flexible eating nutrition program and get meals from Territory Foods. You can customized the type of meal plans that work for you, pick out the goodies, and have them delivered or pick it up at a local gym near you. Heat it up and viola! The best part about them? They give back to non-profits in need.
Til next Blog 😉