I made a mistake, and decided to join a Crossfit Gym. I believe \u201cmistake\u201d is the proper nomenclature, since people who are already fit don\u2019t need to torture themselves further, and people who are not already fit would do better to take a cyanide pill.<\/p>\n
But I did it, perhaps due to some sort of mid-life crisis thing. I\u2019m 43. I don\u2019t know if I\u2019m old enough to have a mid-life crisis yet, but then, I was always an over achiever. I don\u2019t much care for sports cars, I find people younger than my wife dull to speak to and the only ones who are better looking are artifacts of expert Photoshopping skills. Therefore I\u2019m left, in this crisis, with reshaping my body. Hey, Play-Do\u2019s easy to shape, and my body looks like it fell out of a Play-Do can, so this is the right thing to do, right?<\/p>\n
So I did what any red-blooded American man with a beer belly and 2004 Kia Spectra would do: I got a Groupon. 15 classes for 40 dollars. What a bargain, right? That\u2019s, what, less than 3 dollars per class? No. It\u2019s 20 dollars per class because even though I am going to go back, it\u2019s only so I can revenge-die on my instructor.<\/p>\n
I admit I had some masochistic fantasies before I showed up. I imagined a 28 year-old blonde named Cynthia Killstrong in tight yoga pants and wrist-wraps shouting at me and a dozen other flabbies:<\/p>\n
PICK UP THAT BARBELL!<\/p>\n
PUT IT BACK DOWN!<\/p>\n
PICK UP THAT BARBELL I SAID!<\/p>\n
I SAID PUT IT BACK DOWN!<\/p>\n
WHY IS THAT BARBELL ON THE FLOOR?<\/p>\n
I THOUGHT I TOLD YOU TO PUT IT BACK DOWN!<\/p>\n
I\u2019m sure you can see the appeal, but it wasn\u2019t like that at all.<\/p>\n
First of all, there was a dog, a cute little thing, hanging out in the doorway, basking in the sun, Only later did I realize what that look on her face was saying, \u201cToo bad you\u2019ve got opposable thumbs. Those medicine balls aren\u2019t going to pick up themselves. Sucker\u201d<\/p>\n
And the guy who runs the place, Dave, seemed like a decent guy. He took my Groupon without a second glance, handed me an iPad and had me sign a waiver. I\u2019m not sure, but I think the fine print said something about Dave no being responsible for exploding lung syndrome, sudden heart failure, or spontaneous combustion.<\/p>\n
But my point is, walking in, that was easy. And the people there were nice. And encouraging. You know what I\u2019m saying? I was all so very seductive, which is the very definition of evil.<\/p>\n
Actually, I think I can sum the whole experience up like this: the gym is in the gutted remains of an old DMV building. I am not making that up. I used to go there when I was feeling good about myself and needed to be brought back down to earth, as well as new tags for my Kia. Now it\u2019s just a hollow shell. But still filled with pain.<\/p>\n
We did some warm-up things, the usual low-impact exercises, like walking back and forth while kicking our legs above our heads. Apparently, what we were warming up was the nerve endings in our spines, to make us feel the pain better. We did some \u201cgrapevines,\u201d which I did in an aerobics class once, so that triggered some nice, comforting PTSD. Then we grabbed barbells, balanced them on our shoulders, and did some squats.<\/p>\n
Listen to me very closely: all those pictures you see of people doing squats with actual weights on their barbells? Photoshop. Has to be.<\/p>\n
After our \u201cwarm-up,\u201d Dave explained the Crossfit philosophy. We were going to do some exercises, and then weren\u2019t going to do them again for months. We didn\u2019t want our bodies to get used to any one set of movements, you see. By continuing to shock our systems every time we came to the gym, we were guaranteed to be in the maximum amount of pain every single day.<\/p>\n
And then we did the \u201cworkout of the day,\u201d which that day was \u201cWallballs and Burpees.\u201d I know what you\u2019re thinking\u2014wasn\u2019t that the name of a discontinued kids TV program from the 70s? No. Actually, it\u2019s the name of the two devil-beasts Satan keeps next to him at all times. I think.<\/p>\n
Burpees: crouch down, throw your legs back, do a push up, bring your legs back in, jump up in the air clap your hands. Sounds easy, right? I would laugh right now if I wasn\u2019t hopped up on so many painkillers that the FBI has started a file on me just in case it has something to do with local Meth sales. I\u2019m not sure what the hand clap is for. A sharp sound to reassure others you\u2019re not dead, yet, maybe.<\/p>\n
Wallballs: take a medicine ball (medicine in the sense that theses balls will cure you of that certain ailment called \u201cnot feeling extremely awful\u201d) throw it up about eight feet against a wall, catch and drop down into a crouch, stand up and throw again. (I was careful of my wording there. I did not say \u201cthrow UP again\u201d cause that\u2019s a given.)<\/p>\n
21 of each, then 15, then 9. It took me 8 minutes and 22 seconds. This is good, because now I know how it takes to die of combined heart lung and soul failure.<\/p>\n
But here\u2019s the worst part. There I am, trying to pull my intestines back into my mouth from where they had tried to escape my body. My skin all blotchy red from simultaneous oxygen deprivation and overload. My vision down to pinpricks. And then Dave walked over to me, with his dog by his side. And he gave me a fist bump. And he said nice job. And he said, \u201cSee you on Monday?\u201d<\/p>\n
And I said yes.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
I made a mistake, and decided to join a Crossfit Gym. I believe \u201cmistake\u201d is the proper nomenclature, since people who are already fit don\u2019t need to torture themselves further, and people who are not already fit would do better to take a cyanide pill. But I did it, perhaps due to some sort of … <\/p>\n