So my boyfriend's roommate is obsessed with Crossfit. I should verify that his obsession is one of healthy nature and not crazy "I must crossfit or die" nature, but obsessed nonetheless. He's 110% drinking the Kool-aid and lovin it! I, on the other hand, am a former athlete and a PE major who couldn't care less about working out. I wish I loved it and craved it like he does, but it just doesn't work like that for me. In order for me to run it has to be raining while i'm leaving a dry building or there must be free baked goods in the breakroom of my office. Even at that point I'll usually weigh the pros and cons and gauge how hard it's actually raining before I commit to the jog. It's sad. I'm not proud. But I am honest.
Ok, back to CF. So my boyfriend's roomie hosted a crossfit crew pool party. YIKES! In a bathing suit, surrounded by hard core, Paleo dieting bodies was the last place I wanted to be. So what did I do? I skipped out and went to eat french toast and get my toes done instead. So yummy and way better for my self-esteem. After delaying the inevitable I decided to head to the pool party, although in a maxi dress and not a swimming suit, to be social and support his new "club" if you will. I was all ready to either stay in my dress or sport a full body wet suit due to the "pool water not being summer ready" yet, when it hit me. Most of these "fitters" didn't look any different than I did. Some even had (wait for it, wait for it) beer bellies. YES! I am not so bad after all! Don't get me wrong, some of the guys looked like UFC fighters and a few looked like IOP lifeguards but almost all of the girls looked like me and they work out almost every day and eat nuts and berries and junk. Kool-aid? No thank you. A hot dog off the grill? Yes please. Got any chili?