The scale is a number….I am steadily in the 160s (high 160s)…I’ll take that. I’ve dumped a lot of inches. Wanna see?
Right Arm – 14″
Right Thigh – 25.75″
Hips – 44″
Bust – 33.5″
Right Arm – 12.5″
Right Thigh – 23″
Hips – 36″
Bust – 31″
That is 8″ off my hips. That is the difference in a size 16 to a size 8. They are numbers. My lifts are up, my WOD times are up. I’ve PR’d a bunch in the last few months. All things I’ve been proud of. I love to lift heavy. I love to work form. “Meathead” WODs are my jam! I am worse then some of the guys with my love affair with heavy weights.
Perfect example: hubs needed help moving a 600 pound mantle the other day and I was all “Lets do it!”. The two of us moved it. His immediate response “you’re much more helpful now that you crossfit….normally I need a guy to do that.” HA! Thats a win.
I hate to run. I dislike every step. It is not fun for me. I don’t like running 400’s, I sure as hell don’t like running a mile (or more). Tuesdays WOD…1 mile for time. I thought it was a joke. My old mile PR was 10:03 in November. I remembered it being a hard mile. I remembered it sucking giant donkey balls. I didn’t feel great. I’d had dental work done that morning and had been working on the house all afternoon. I opted to run backwards and not with the group (yeah, I know very un-crossfitty of me). I was coming back up the hill towards the gym and could see one of our fast girls headed in. All I could think was “HOLY SHIT! She’s still running…maybe my time won’t suck”. My goal was under 10..aka 9:59. I got back into the gym and one of the guy coaches called time “7:56!”. I was already on the ground…then I looked up and the clock said 8:15. I had already been back. I asked what my time was like 3 more times and didn’t believe them.
That is a 2:07 PR. I ran a sub 8 minute mile. Honestly, I could have burst into tears at that moment. I thought Zack was going to tackle me. He was all “see girl I knew you had that!”. A sub 8 mile people. I was the girl in gym class who couldn’t get under a 12 minute mile in high school.
When hubs got to the gym and I told him he was like “Holy shit! Nice work!!” That mile time is probably my most proud cfit moment. I’ve lost weight, I can lift semi-heavy shit, I am in much better shape, I have more energy….I ran a sub 8 minute mile. I honestly never believed that would happen. Its amazing what some hard work and dedication does. And no I haven’t been running that much extra at all. All kind of came as a package deal.
I ran a sub 8 mile…someone call 16 year old me and let her know!