Oh hi hello and Happy Mother’s Day, Easter, Father’s Day, 4th of July, Halloween, Thanksgiving, Merry Christmas oh and also happy New Year.
I think that about covers all the main ones I missed…while not blogging for like..literally all of 2017.
I hurt my arm guys. In February…you know, like a whole year ago. And also I hurt it more recently too. That one I’m not super sure about, but probably most definitely while trying to pull a fork out of a silverware wrap at El Torito on December 15th. It was stuck in there…and I pulled really really hard. And it hurt really really bad. But the more important part of the story is that I got the fork out.
Guys, if you know me at all. You know three things:
- I am not a glass half full OR half empty kind of person. I’m a “the water was stolen out of my glass. It’s empty dummy” kind of person. Very, very low positivity, practically eeyore all time.
- I really really like CrossFit.
- I’m generally, most of the time…an awkward and uncomfortable person.
This comes into play with the point of this entire blog below. I use(d) CrossFit as a personal kind of therapy for my brain. (Insert a thousand rolley eye emojis from people reading this here thinking “Please stop acting like you’re an athlete. We all know you trip over phone cords and spill things all the time. Athletes don’t do that.”) but I’m serious! Because of working out and training intensely I was able to stop taking anti depressants, and my stress and OCD decreased dramatically.
Since the beginning of December, my body has not been training like it was used to for the past three years, and it’s taking a toll on me.
- I’m clenching the hell out of my teeth to the point where chewing eggs in the morning is painful. And let me tell you, this is just so fun.
- I’m getting stress blisters on my hands. (Also a beautiful edition to the wrist brace.)
- And I feel grumpy. All the time.
So….I joined a gym.
FIRST of all! I’ve never gone to a normal gym in my entire life. Except for maybe if you count my automatic gym membership at San Jose State where I took group kick boxing classes and balanced on half rubber balls.
Anyway, I like to learn things…I’m discovering that as an adult. So I thought I would just join a normal gym and learn as I go. Annnnd learn. I. Did.
Here are the three things that I learned my first night.
- Buy a lock. Because if you don’t, you will carry your big and bulky gym bag around with you the entire time like weirdo.
- If you plan on swimming, bring flip flops. Because walking around in your swim suit and work out shoes is number one, not the best look, and number two, not the most ideal situation when you have to rinse off before getting in the pool.
- Check the schedule. Because if you don’t…you might end up walking out into the pool area AFTER you already got yourself (and your shoes) wet and find that you’re face to face with a water aerobics class…and just resort to sitting awkwardly in the hot tub with two old guys, staring at the steam room wondering just how germy it is in there.
And the end.
Love,
The awkward learner
P.S. no really someone please help me
Love, Candace 