As the universe would have it, I’m not destined to be a crossfitter.
Judy and I (and Dawn, if we can convince her. You reading this, Dawn? Haha!) are setting out on our own. There’s a story there. Now’s not the time to tell it. There may be a few hard feelings, but tiny ones. It’s more a matter of fool me once, shame on you. Fool me twice, etc. All that to say we’re going the functional fitness DIY route. We’ve been around long enough to figure it out, and we do have guidance from Brannon and Jamie.
We also don’t have a particular goal in mind. And that’s completely liberating.
Before writing this I googled “Working out without a goal” and was bombarded by hateful drivel about how not having an actual goal made you weak, or unlikely to commit and continue what you’re doing, or just plain lazy (note: Long live the Oxford comma). Looking at me, you’d automatically assume my goal is to lose weight by any means necessary. And from the time I was 11 or so until now, it was. That turned out really well, didn’t it?
Nowadays, I’ve come to terms with factors that are beyond my control. The two biggest things that keep me from losing the massive amounts of weight everyone expects from doing crossfit style stuff are the fact that I’m inching up on 40 (I’m 35 right now), and the fact that I take anti anxiety medication. While it warrants another post in itself, I’ll tell you that yes, the combo I’m on does cause weight gain, and yes, I’ve tried to stop taking it. No, I won’t stop taking it because I’d probably strangle you if you pissed me off if I didn’t take it.
So why do it if I have no goal? Why do you eat chocolate? Why do you take beach vacations? Because you like them. They make you happy. Picking up heavy stuff, rowing, being able to move furniture by myself (most recently my kid’s 80 lb solid wood kitchen upstairs when Sean wasn’t home), carrying all the groceries in at once; that stuff makes me happy. Spending time with my girls at the gym makes me happy. An hour with myself, my earbuds and a barbell makes me happy.
After reading what I just wrote, I think I lied to you. It looks like I do have a goal. To be happy. And maybe to pick up a couch. And pull a truck in neutral.