It was hard, but not so hard—the worst part was that the WOD included 75 box jumps, and my legs are still shot enough from this weekend’s 15 miler that I was afraid I wouldn’t be able to make it on top of the box. Every time. It took me a while to finish not because I wanted to throw up or quit, but because I was terrified—actually scared—that I would hurt myself by not clearing the jump. Eeep.
The second worst part was the coach, who treated the session like it was one more annoying thing to cross off his to do list by the end of the day. As soon as we were done (rowing warm-up, deadlift skill practice including 3x5 deadlifts, 3 x [10 deadlifts, 25 box jumps], rowing cool down, fake excited hands-in-the-middle yelling the name of the WOD (WTF?)), he immediately sat down, ignored everyone, and began eating sweet potatoes and chicken in the middle of the gym.
Dear Crossfit: no, I will not pay $200 a month for the privilege of public humiliation (the whole “write your times and weights on the board” thing doesn’t work for me, as we’ve seen) followed by being ignored. Also, as a vegetarian distance runner, I can’t see the whole Paleo/no long runs thing fitting into my life.
D and I picked up a pizza (the info book they gave us at the end—the one encouraging us to give them our life savings—also told us to avoid both dairy and grains. fuck that shit.) on the way home in protest.
Okay. Whew. </rant>