Today I did my first ever big girl Crossfit class. My trainer felt I had gotten the hang of the basic moves and wouldn’t hurt myself (or my ankle) so I signed up for a 6:30 am class and headed to the box.
Only to find that it was Hero WOD day. Oof.
DT. Scaled for me, of course. But first, 15 minutes to build up to a 2 rep max on a Hang Power Clean. I made it to 95lbs before the time ran out.
Then DT started. It’s one of those WODs that looks easy on paper, but kicks your ass by round 2. I was prescribed a lower weight because I’m new (but I wasn’t the only one in the class using 55lbs rather than the 85 or 105 lbs that were prescribed for women at the performance and competitive levels).
So I chalked my hands, grabbed my poker chips (for round counting, but of course), and started in on my 12 deadlifts. I finished the first round in just over a minute. I had allotted 2 and a half minutes.
I’ve been here before. Going hard on the first one and finding out quickly that while this is only a 15 minute exercise, it’s a marathon of 15 minutes, not a sprint.
I’d been sprinting. This is going to catch up with me.
Round two I took it a bit slower because I knew I was screwed.
By round five I was counting individual reps knowing that I only had 14, then 13, then 12 more to go before I could collapse on the floor.
And internets? I made it! I completed my WOD in 12:45. I didn’t get time capped. I made it!
And not only that, but it was fun! Hard, but fun.
I’m going back Tuesday.
Bring on the barbells for I am a motherfucking unicorn who cannot be stopped. Arghhh (or something).