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The CrossFIT Jitters

It's almost time to leave for my 30 minute walk down to the CrossFit gym I've been going to every Thursday for the last month or so ...

My Nervous Feet Ready for Class
And so it's this time of the day that I feel nervous and jittery, as if I've had way too much coffee.

But that's not why. For some reason (I have yet to figure out), going to this CrossFit class makes me extremely nervous. Every week.

I try to distract myself on the walk down to the gym by listening to podcasts. And think about the tasks I need to complete on the way home -- usually picking up items for dinner.

I also try to remind myself how great I feel after class -- because it's an amazing feeling. I feel strong!

And the class isn't terribly hard, though the heavy weightlifting can be daunting.

And even though it's taught in French, the coach knows to translate into English and I don't feel shy about asking for more information. He's really nice and has been helping me with new lifting techniques. I'm there every week, so he's used to seeing me.

Maybe it's because I'm far outside my comfort zone with this class. Maybe it's the French-speaking classmates that I can't communicate with or not well, at least.

The only benefit is I have a surplus of energy when I get into the class and I'm raring to go. Despite this, I look forward to when I'm not jittery for an hour before the class.

The View on the Walk to the Gym, On a Foggy Day

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  1. UnknownDecember 11, 2018 at 1:29 PM

    Hi Jess, I'm just getting caught up on some of your posts and wanted to say that I'm super proud of you for trying it and for sticking with it!! And I promise there will come a day when you won't be nervous going. I can't promise that you won't be nervous about the workouts. Once you start to know all of the movements you can start to recognize before a workout even starts if its going to be a real killer. But afterwards it was always worth it :)

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  2. UnknownDecember 11, 2018 at 1:31 PM

    Um, that was me, Jess, by the way. LOL

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