I started Crossfit a few weeks ago.
So far, I love it.
All levels, all kinds of people. All working on themselves. Getting stronger. Feeling better.
I like it. A lot actually.
It’s teaching me a lot about myself too.
It’s teaching me that I am capable of a lot more than I have been giving myself credit for. I can push myself. Farther and longer than I thought I could. It’s showing me that I can get better. I start out one way and just a few weeks in I am already improving.
That’s pretty amazing.
I’m not doing a handstand yet but I will keep you updated.
When I first started I was constantly having to be reminded that I needed to breathe. I was holding my breath and I didn’t even realize it. So then I would yawn. I really just thought I was tired.
I didn’t know how to breathe.
I am such a weirdo! I really thought this was ridiculous. I laughed about it.
Then I realized that I really had a problem. I did not know how to breathe when working out. Or under any kind of stress actually…
When I am stressing or straining I stop breathing.
Stop. Totally hold my breath.
I don’t know how to breathe either? So at 33 I am also going to learn how to breathe.
Like everything else on this journey I am embracing it. I am learning to breathe in and out. In and out. I have to think about it.
I still catch myself forgetting.
Like with all the changes in my life, with everything, it’s a process. I know that one day I won’t have to think about it anymore. It will just come naturally. Like so many other things I am having to reteach myself. I’m a work in progress and I am making progress. I am happy with my progress.
My name is S and I am learning how to breathe at 33.