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i'm officially *that girl*

i always swore i'd never try it. refused to consider it. but it happened -- i started crossfit. the worst part of it all is that i tssk tssk myself for not starting it sooner. 
 


i'm in loooooove. i'm the headband wearing, knee sleeve sporting, graphic tank top rocking crossfit girl.  yup. i own it. it's become my outlet, my drug, my mood booster, my stress-release, and my social circle. we did memorial day murph this week and it was exhilarating and challenging beyond words (and i did a scaled version!). the following is a list of some of the things i've learned (and had reinforced) over the past 6 months of crossfitting:

1. short WODs are to be feard. do not let 6 minutes fool you. you're about to get your butt kicked.
2. you're stronger than you think.
3. raise up the person beside you.
4. breathe.
5. your shirt will get looser, but your jeans/pants will get tighter. keep squatting. 
6. if you eat like sh*t, you'll perform like sh*t.
7. drink water. drink more water.
8. improve at least one thing every day you are in the gym (this might be as simple as one more rep at your max weight, one less band on your pullups, or more unbroken 'whatevers' before a break).
9. honor each day that you are there working.
10. show up. you've already succeeded.
11. if you think you can't, you won't.
12. introduce yourself to new people. welcome them and encourage them. they're part of the family. you were in their shoes once.
13. it won't get easier; you'll get stronger.
14. your recovery day is important. drink water and eat well. 
15. visualize success.
16. take care of your hands.
17. wear proper shoes. 
18. yes, your legs DO look great in those shorts ;)
19. younger athletes are watching you; set the example. 
20. don't compare your chapter one to someone else's chapter fourteen. 

this list is a work in progress. it's been a great six months for me. i am excited to see how much i grow over the next six. 


#dropitlikeasquat 

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