Starting CrossFit – Darkness

Starting CrossFit – Darkness

My name is Mike and I am a CrossFitter now.  You may have seen me before lying in a heap on the floor at 5:30 AM.  It has become a way of life and a pillar for my routine.  How did it get to be this way?



Rewind to about three years ago.  I was suffering tremendously from basically a physical and mental breakdown from most likely many factors:  stressful job, bad diet, young children, genetics of a poor nervous system, over-caffeination, lack of exercise, etc.  I was diagnosed with chronic fatigue, fibromyalgia, IBS, among many others and I had been in and out of many health practitioners’ offices for the better part of the last ten years.  I was the heaviest I had ever been at 240 pounds and had a pretty self-defeating mentality.  To put it simply, I was in a dark place.  I made a decision to try to help myself by eating better and going to a traditional gym.  I started getting stronger and lost a few pounds which was a nice start, but it was just a minor improvement. My brother-in-law had been trying to talk me into starting CrossFit. He invited me to CrossFit SOFLA and kept trying to tell me that it would benefit me, but I basically was okay with my routine. I remember my response was that I didn’t want to “kill myself working out.”  Finally, I relented and made a trip to meet Josh…. As I was driving that first seven minute trip, I had a lot of emotions and pretty much prayed the whole time that I would just survive the workout and that it would be worthwhile. Overthinking and overanalyzing with fear had pretty much been my way of thinking, so this was nothing new.

Yeah, I was pretty much gassed in the warm up….. Then I learned my first CrossFit acronym:  EMOM (Every Minute On the Minute).  18 minutes worth of box jumps and push-ups!  I had determined that I would do my absolute best and get the most out of the workout.  I had gotten pretty good at suffering over the years and I just wanted to give it my all.  I survived and actually did pretty well.  It fired up some of the competitive juices that I hadn’t had in a while and I remember feeling quite the rush that whole day.  It took a little more convincing, but I finally gave in to join the gym the following week and I started on August 27th, 2014.

Read Mike’s next blog “Failure”

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