COME PLAY WITH ME...

Tommy and I had a date today. I had to be up at 4:00 a.m. to paint the house I am decorating..I got a text that they will be home a month early and this house is no where near done. I hurried to finish the kitchen and dining room in a few hours so we could make it to our very important "couples therapy" as I call it these days. You see....

I am very much at home in a gym. I always have been. I am not intimidated by the hot chicks walking around aimlessly and the big jug heads that have had a few too many shots of "something" just simply amuse me. I like to lift with the boys, first, and then gab with the girls, second. Not so much anymore. I can't talk after my workouts anymore and I can't hang with the boys with the workouts we are doing. I can't do half the weight they use now. The movements are so unfamiliar to me, but amazing.

I can't remember a time when I didn't regularly go to the gym. Since my motorcycle accident I still lift 4-6 days a week and pretty heavy for a girl, but some things I have slithered far away from. I am not intimidated by the exercises... it is more that I am scared *&%#less that my spine and pelvis will crack apart at the pins and plates. I think that would just kinda suck and ruin my day. I know this will not happen. I have gotten it in writing from Ortho's and spine specialists that I will not just break in this manner.... but there is a part of me that runs from the new and reverts back to the old that I know is SAFE .

In 1996 when I started the police academy, there was always a running joke. Every morning you would see all of the cadets running for the bathrooms before our mornings began. To put it bluntly.....things were either coming up one way or going out the other. Morning Butterflies were what we called them. The fear of the daily unknown. It had you so excited you could barely contain yourself, so scared you couldn't keep your measly breakfast down and so stressed you wanted to wet your pants. If you were lucky, you only threw up.

I loved those rushes. I miss them. I have missed them for a long, long time. Until today.

They are back. Today when Tommy and I walked into our new gym...the butterflies were a flutter and I bolted for the bathroom. I hadn't eaten so I knew I wasn't going to hurl, already did the whole bathroom thing before we even got to the gym so that was out.... I just stood there thinking.. Holy crap... what if I break in two today?

I knew what our workout was already. Jason kindly posts them on the Competitive Fitness Blog every night just so we can prepare for death. I had never in my life done two of the three moves we were going to be taught and all I could do was pray...

"Dear God, please let me be able to walk out of this gym on my own two feet today because I am worried."

Needless to say, I made it through another body crushing, mind building, spirit lifting, ego boosting, muscle torturing, crossfit workout. Tommy and I did them side by side with our trainer yelling at us about form, attitude, mental preparedness, body sculpting, power and hip explosions. I wanted to quit. I wanted to throw the bar and all the weights to the floor and walk out. I knew better. I don't quit. I never have. My back survived, my pins and my plates are still intact, my shoulders are aching and seriously feel like I have hot irons poking them when I shift to pick up Pudgie and my core feels like I did 5000 sit ups.

Tommy and I are now addicted. We have quit our other two gyms. Yes, My kids love going to Competitive Fitness rather than Lifetime...the one with all the "toys and pools."

Tommy's new slogan is:

"The more you sweat off duty, the less you bleed on duty"

Since I have gotten a few comments on our blog, but 30+ personal emails, again, I am offering everyone a chance to come play with me for 10 days at our gym. Come and see how someone like me, with the severity of my injuries, can go through these workouts and feel 1000% better than when I walked into the building. Come and see how your body is supposed to lift weights with natural movements. It is not about how fit Tommy and I already are. That is not how crossfit works. We all have our own starting point. The movements are the same for everyone. The weight is adjusted for all, individually.

Come feel your body change.

Come boost your metabolism.

Come re-learn exercise.

Come compete with all of us.

Come change your way of thinking about "lifting weights"

Come feel your lungs nearly explode

Come feel your muscles burn

Come exhaust your core

Come strengthen your heart

Come build your body, mind, and spirit

Come find your own potential

Come play...... It really is fun...In a sick~mind sorta way.

It's FREE.... What have you got to lose...except the summer blahs!!!!

P.S. Check out this Crossfit Camp Pendelton You Tube Video. This is how the Marines really train. (along with Navy Seals and other Elite Special Forces) Tommy and I have done the wall ball they show and numerous other exercises. It is simply amazing what a simple exercise can do for the body. Plus, it will make you think twice about eating junk food!