I've been eyeing you for a few months now, you most likely have no idea who I am, or even that I've noticed you. Such is the world we live in these days, I Googled you before approaching. For whatever reason, yesterday was the day I decided to introduce myself.
Butterflies in my stomach, I walked up and decided to get a better look. Just being so close to you felt wrong, but if you are better for me, then it can't be bad? Being near you felt familiar, yet different all at once. I instantly began picturing us spending time together. Things we would do, how you would challenge me, how great I would feel after time spent together.
I wanted to keep the encounter brief. I didn't want to look crazy or needy, or any other ways weird. Walking away, I had a big smile on my face as the rush of doing something secret and bold moved through me. I barely heard you say "see you tomorrow" as I was already lost in the mental scheming of our date- I could sneak away on my lunch break, easily for an hour.
I awoke this morning with so much excitement, I nearly bolted out of bed. I put special attention into my wardrobe choice, I wanted to be wearing things I could easily take off and then put back on, no fussy items like belts or button up shirts. I packed my lunch because I would be eating after seriously working up my appetite during my lunch date.
At noon as everyone my office was bellying up to the catered sandwich bar, I snuck into the bathroom to prepare for my lunch time adventure. I checked to make sure my attire was appropriate, and really started to get excited that I was actually about to do this! I now see why people cheat on their lovers, being sneaky has an odd appeal. Even if no one cares what I'm up to, I know what I'm up to, and that its exhilarating in a way.
I thought about my current situation. Was I about to change my life/routine? Possibly. Would there be hurt feelings? Maybe. Would life go on? Absolutely.
I got into my car and drove approximately 6 blocks. I didn't really know what to expect. I mean, I had a pretty good idea about how somethings were going to happen, but the details in between were fuzzy. I walked in the large open door and smelled a familiar smell...rubber and sweat and metal and determination. Generally all CrossFit gyms have a similar type of set up. SoDo CrossFit is no different. A wall of pull up bars, boxes to jump on, stacks of weight plates, friendly, fit, eager, trainers.
After quick introductions, we got right into it. A group warm-up, and then brief instruction on the movements. I'm still not back to full mobility, so the trainer and I discussed how I could modify the workout today. I was pretty excited. I felt comfortable. I drove 6 blocks to attend this class on my lunch break! I could drive directly home after work knowing I already got my workout in for the day! I'm going to save ridiculous amounts of money on gas!
This might be a little dramatic, but potentially joining a different CrossFit gym is kinda like a break up. I absolutely LOVE the gym I go to now. I love the people (and please if any of you CF Mukers are reading, don't say anything yet, I'd like Jdog to hear it from me), the trainer, everything. Its the gym that introduced me to this awesome world of fitness. It will always hold a special place in my heart. But I think one of the worst things a person can do is not recognize when its time to move on. In any aspect of life. I think my ankle injury has given me the nudge/wake up call/whatever you want to call it to allow me to see that there might be better things out there for me. And really, its not the gym, its me.
This new gym is also a sports rehabilitation center with onsite active release professionals and an acupuncturist. I feel like my noticing of this building was no mistake. Oh, and did I mention that it is 6 blocks from my work and I can go during lunch?
Just one of the many changes to come to this blog over the next few days. Stay tuned for my Healthy vs. Fuck Off Graphic.