You know the feeling when you walk into a place that feels like home?
Everyone knows it. Everyone craves it. Everyone needs and loves that feeling.
We found that by walking into CrossFit Canmore last week. The instant we walked in we were greeted by name from Coach Carson Sander, with a smile so big it encompassed the whole city block and enough energy to blast our sails for weeks. There was absolutely no turning back or denying ourselves, nor Carson, now.
A bit of history. I had the bright idea of writing about our travels over the next year while committing to a CrossFit tour of sorts – well of magnitude really – starting in our home town. It’ll be fun they said – this time “they” is me! My plan over the next year while travelling is, two fold really – workout across Canada and the United States and write about it. This not only reports our travel progress as well as keeps us in a shape, other than round, along the way. My plan also includes my strong, steady but, sometimes swayed Fiancé, Craig. Even though he may protest a smidge at the onset of even the thought of the class but usually ends up thankful in the end. We’re hoping for a home away from home feeling while we explore new world terrain.
After a short but sweet, mixed with a bit of upside down wall walk sour, warmup we were off to the races. A race, that I might add, neither of us have participated in for a couple of years. There were a couple of “loving” sideways glances from Craig –successfully conveying the powerful and concrete message of “what have we done?!” I just smiled then found my way back to the assault bike to scare my doubts away one pedal stroke at a time.
The participants were beyond welcoming, which is pure and true CrossFit style and we even had a few good laughs within our communal suffering. The icebreaker question at the beginning, “what’s your name and your favourite dessert?” while we were attempting to include a bit of juicy mobility in our life, added to the motivation and the amount of saliva in our mouths. In case you’re wondering my answer was sticky toffee pudding. It definitely got the conversation and energy going to prepare us for the grind ahead. Throughout the whole workout you could see and feel the comradery, respect and the love of the sport within the room.
I can confidently say that the whole experience was a sweet shining success. I even got a sincere “thank you for dragging me and I’m glad we went” from Craig in the end. My job was done. Well at least until the next drop in class along our journey!
Lessons learned – Do not workout extremely hard and then sit in a truck and drive for a few days. GET OUT AND STRETCH.
Freckled Free Spirit 