A breather after a block of non-stop working means my exercise activities are totally unrestricted – and I’m loving it.
And as my Guerrillas instructor shouts commands to do burpees that send me scrambling to the floor, or boob-joggling star-jumps, I know I should be grateful.
I no longer hobble. I’m there – in the moment.
It’s worth enduring the rain (the “mist” in the title!) to get there.
That once-broken fifth metatarsal reminds me it’s there – I practically see it shining UV fluorescent green through the side of my shoe, through my skin.
My yoga instructor once told me this “reminder” is the bone’s way of protecting me!
All the same, it’s surreal. It now survives high impact exercises – not only Guerrillas – but running too.
I had to replace my mobile phone recently due to wear and tear – that option simply isn’t as readily available when it’s one of your feet.
Good job the body heals as well as it does!
My battle against vile, flabby, passive femininity – my War on Soft – is making satisfactory progress to date.
However my latest concern is – now the bingo wings are on their way out courtesy of my upper-body work – am I going to bulk-up?
After all I don’t want to end looking like a gorilla!
“(Women) should lift heavier since they cannot get bigger muscles because of low testosterone levels”, says exercise physiologist and author Dr Jason Karp.
Another WordPress blog CrossFit Journal has offered some reassurance this won’t happen.
With my short, stocky statue I fear I could go that way – but if I’ve being realistic, I’ve got a very long way to go before that happens, if indeed it does.
For a start, at the moment I can’t even pull myself up whether it’s on rings dangling from the ceiling or on a bar above my head – my arms simply aren’t strong enough to carry my full body weight.
That’ll change, of course!
And the majority of people in today’s class were female (don’t ask me why but the male-dominated ones tend to be more in the evenings) – and I’d say most of them don’t want to bulk-up either!
Frankly, as someone who prides themselves on being unfeminine and unladylike I’m shocked at my typically girly fear of becoming muscular, especially when I know how irrational it is, given my existing knowledge.
I reckon I need to start balancing out the cardio and reintroducing long runs.
It’s all a work in progress – but I’m on it!