Odd Twist to My Day

I decided that I needed to work out again. For lent I added a fruit or veggie a day and now that it's over I wanted to find another way to keep up being healthy. If you know me at all, you know that being thin is a genetic dysfunction for me - in any other world mac n cheese for breakfast does not equal 112 pounds. I got lucky and it's time to live up to my jean size.

So I decided to dance again. I loved dancing when I was younger and as it happens there is a dance studio 100 ft from my apartment. I got all dressed and thought I'd just walk over - or I meant to. I got to the door and right next door was CrossFit Hollywood. It's not a gym - no bikes or weight machines - it's a cross training center and it looks like the kind of place giant men will kill small children. But there was a tiny blond girl outside and we started chatting and she turned out to be the trainer and convinced me to work out there instead when the next class started later in the evening.

Everything hurts - even my eyelid muscles hurt. I did 1/3 of what everyone else did and I almost passed out cold a few times. But my God are they supportive and helpful there - I looked like an 80 yr old woman and the girls in there could have crushed me with their thighs - but they all gave me high-fives when I finished. Who knew I could be press-up with a 35lb bar after 45 minutes of push-ups, sit ups, frog jumps, mountian climbers, rockers, handstand dips and squats? I felt like a badass.

When I can move my legs again I am totally going back.