Crossfit Failure

I have a not-so-small Groupon addiction I'm working through. The daily deals flood my inbox each morning and I'm helpless to turn away. Full massage session for half price? 15 yoga classes for the price of 10? Brazillian wax for one-third the normal price? (Hang on to your hats for THAT blog post.) I can't say no.

Which is how I ended up paying $45 for one month of 12 Crossfit sessions.

In case you're not familiar with it, Crossfit is a training program used by a lot of police officers and firefighters that has now filtered down to the masses. It's gotten a reputation as a cult in some circles for its devotees being so hard core. Here's a summary:

Crossfit in 100 Words Eat meat and vegetables, nuts and seeds, some fruit, little starch and no sugar. Keep intake to levels that will support exercise but not body fat. Practice and train major lifts: Deadlift, clean, squat, presses, C&J, and snatch. Similarly, master the basics of gymnastics: pull-ups, dips, rope climb, push-ups, sit-ups, presses to handstand, pirouettes, flips, splits, and holds. Bike, run, swim, row, etc, hard and fast. Five or six days per week mix these elements in as many combinations and patterns as creativity will allow.Routine is the enemy. Keep workouts short and intense. Regularly learn and play new sports. - Coach Glassman, CrossFit Founder

Before you can even begin to work out, you have to attend three "foundation" classes that teach you proper form. I went to the classes, learned the form, and managed to make it to 2 sessions before throwing in the towel. 

It's not the workouts. I liked them. Anyone who knows me and exercise knows I have "cult figure" written all over me. I'm more than happy to drink the Kool-aid. What's getting me down is the drive time. 

My Crossfit groupon is for a place across town, about 45-50 minutes from my house and I just can't seem to get there. I'm disappointed in myself, as I do believe mixing in a month of these classes would have revved up my metabolism and shaken my body from its too familiar workout routine. I would have seen results. But I've been walking around for three weeks now feeling guility about not attending and I've decided it's time to let it go. I'm not going to finish my Crossfit sessions. There. I said it. It's done. No more guilt. 

Sorry, Crossfit. Maybe you and I will meet again in the not-so-distant future, when you move closer to where I live. Our eyes will meet across a coupon-filled screen and I will just know... you were meant for me. Until then, I wish you nothing but the best.