I began doing CrossFit six years ago, six months before turning 50. Working at Indiana University, I had long made use of the school’s weight room and lap pool, but for me, working out was always a chore, something I had to do to keep from turning into a human marshmallow. When the university closed its facilities for upgrades, I decided to give CrossFit a try. I was hooked after my first session and never turned back.
The first three months were rough. I thought I was in pretty good shape when I started, but quickly realized that my fitness level left much to be desired. I would get home from workouts drenched in sweat. I was so spent that I needed help getting my T-shirt off. I had trouble turning over in bed because my core was so sore. I was way behind in my cardio-respiratory capacity. But I stayed with it, and by my 50th birthday, I was in the best shape of my life.