When I was diagnosed with osteoporosis at age 51, Crossfit was recommended to me as a way to get a full-body, high-intensity workout to help battle the disease in a healthy, natural way. But I had always been alone exerciser, was intimidated by gyms and didn’t really like exercise classes or group activities. So I continued with my regimen of some running, some cycling, a lot of walking, and when I was really disciplined, some strength training at home. Three years later I found myself unmotivated and unenthusiastic about fitness and I knew I needed help. I had to find some motivation and, dare I say it, maybe even some accountability.
I called Crossfit Bloomington, and within a week had completed all my Foundations sessions. But I was still intimidated. I had read that Crossfit was popular among police officers, firefighters, military and elite athletes. In contrast, I had never been an athlete and had never even touched a barbell. I was nervous, to say the least. I made myself go to the very first class I could get to—at 6:00 a.m. because I was afraid if I waited until I had an opening in my evening schedule I would chicken out and never go.
I made it through that first class, modifying and scaling as needed. As I gave the coach my score at the whiteboard I said, “I was scared sh*tless to come today!” My now dear friend, Eric, looked at me in shock and said, “Why?! We’re here to support you!” It still took some time before I was fully committed. I’d finish most workouts feeling exhilarated and enthused—and exhausted!—but later would still find myself wondering if Crossfit was right for me if I really belonged. About two months in I had an “a ha” moment. I suddenly realized that no one else was looking at what I could or couldn’t do (except the coaches, of course). No one else was questioning whether I belonged. I was the only person worried about that. From that moment on, I knew I was right where