Diary of a Fat Crossfitter, Fitness, Uncategorized

Diary of a Fat Crossfitter – Time cap? What time cap?

The best way to get one-on-one time with the coaches at my gym box is to finish last. I like to think it’s because the coaches are admiring my determination and fortitude, but I’m pretty sure it’s only because they’re worried Imma hurt myself. My box appears to have some rhyme and reason to its… Read More Diary of a Fat Crossfitter – Time cap? What time cap?

Diary of a Fat Crossfitter

Diary of a Fat CrossFitter – At CFSA, they are apparently called “Scotts”

I went to CrossFit on Thursday because I looked at the WOD and said to myself, “Running? Partner metcon? FUCK THIS SHIT, I’m staying home.” So of course I went, because I’m not about to be like, “Wah wah wah, I only do metcons I like.” And of course, there was neither a partner workout… Read More Diary of a Fat CrossFitter – At CFSA, they are apparently called “Scotts”

Diary of a Fat Crossfitter

Diary of a Fat CrossFitter – CrossFit is secretly Drum Corps

Thought I was gonna puke halfway through last night’s workout. Bless his heart, the coach was like, “You should do a shorter run for this last round.” So I did, and I didn’t puke, and all was well with the world. Crossfit seems to be about destroying yourself physically, workout after workout after workout.  Short… Read More Diary of a Fat CrossFitter – CrossFit is secretly Drum Corps

Diary of a Fat Crossfitter

{Diary of a Fat CrossFitter} On Kindness and Self-Love

One of the things I like very much about the CrossFit coaches at my gym box is that they are very kind. Wait—I don’t mean kind.  I mean that the coaches effectively explain the purpose of workouts and how I can achieve that purpose.  I mean that they communicate clearly that there is no shame in scaling movements.  I mean… Read More {Diary of a Fat CrossFitter} On Kindness and Self-Love