It is really quite the bloody thing how utterly delightful and supportive everyone here is, particularly considering my Mexican is Unit 1 DuoLingo level (Maxed out purple everything but still), and my CrossFit is below high school level. If they speak English, they ask me how I’m doing and congratulate me on not being dead on the floor in a wet pile, and if they don’t speak English they smile and fist bump me.
I am by far the least experienced and skilled in the the entire building, but literally no one has done anything to make me feel bad about it. To be fair, I’m not sure they COULD, as I am very comfortable with the truth of my position within it all, and just very excited and grateful to be here, at this stage in my life were I think I’m finally mentally ready to actively aim at mastering my own physicality.
I spent the past 7 years working through a number of mental issues that had been holding me back, or down, or somewhere other than the place I wanted to be - borderline psychotic-abusive self talk, my entirely terrible relationship with money, alcohol and other such dependencies, decades of socialist indoctrination, all that. I’ve done very well with all those afflictions, thought there’s aways work to be done, vigilance must be maintained strictly and aggressively, as the old demons will pop back out at the first sing of weakness… and now, it is time to get this race car cracking before it’s time to dash the fucker off the proverbial cliff.
Anyway, today they had us doing a shit-ton of presses and pushups and pullups and run around the blocks and swangs and presses and hold weights in the air whilst lying on ones back with feet in the air which fucking STINGS, holy cow, I was not expecting that, and I was literally laughing out loud after about half an hour of this when I could literally no longer press 20 (twenty) flipping pounds above my head as my arms were shaking so bad and had decided to refuse to communicate with my brain in some horrified act of rebellion against the host.
Did some stretching at the end which was shocking delightful, for the first time ever… I noticed myself saying “ooooh that’s NICE” out loud in a sort of out of body fashion at the end as I was tripping out hard from the activity times heat times lunacy of it all I seemed to be floating above my body somehow.
Very cool. Back to the crib to chill with familia and work on music. Back at it tomorrow. Lucky mud.
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