I was in a funk. It was the summer of 2015 and I had just been cleared to start working out after having my second baby. I wasn’t excited at all about the news. I was exhausted. And grouchy. ALL the time. Having an infant and a toddler was kicking my ass.

I had always worked out before I had kids but it was becoming less and less of a priority. I was up 3-4 times a night with the baby and chasing around a crazy 2 year old during the day. I was being pulled in 100 different directions all day long and it was wearing me down.

My husband was annoyingly NOT phased by any of it- he had plenty of energy. He had starting going to CrossFit and he constantly wanted to tell me all about his WODs and PRs and other acronyms I didn’t care about. I was too tired to listen. Any why was he spending all this money on unnecessary gear for the gym?? Wrist wraps, specials jump ropes, expensive shoes that helped you with weightlifting? Give me a break. I rolled my eyes every time he told me about the next thing he “needed.”

I remember the day that he laid it out for me. After making up yet another excuse about why I didn’t want to workout he said,”You need to do something. I don’t care what it is- yoga, running, whatever. You aren’t yourself lately.” He was right. I needed to break this cycle of exhaustion.

I decided to try this CrossFit thing that he was so excited about. I took the 101 class at CFC and obviously had no clue what I was doing. I could handle the burpees and the running, but anything with the barbell was so intimidating. And you are just supposed to drop it on the ground like that?! Yikes.

Somehow I survived 101. I signed up for a package because I wanted the cute tank top. I started to get the hang of some things. I really enjoyed the body weight movements but the barbell still scared me. I avoided all snatch workouts like the plague.

I started coming 3-4 times a week. I noticed small gains starting to happen. I was less afraid of the barbell. I moved on from the training bar and finally stopped grimacing when I dropped it to the ground. I strung together a few double unders. I climbed the rope! I was feeling stronger. I was less tired. I didn’t like skipping my workouts.

It’s been almost 2 years and I can’t imagine not coming to this gym 4-5 times a week. I have done so many things that I never thought I would be able to do. There are days that I feel triumphant and days that I feel defeated. But I know I am getting stronger- physically and mentally.

The community is the icing on the cake of all of this. It’s an amazing, diverse, supportive group of people. I have made many new friends, particularly my “Mom Squad” girls that do this for the same reasons that I do. We even competed in Festivus last month! Another thing I never thought that I would do.

I want to thank my husband, Matt, for pushing me to do this. Thank you for your encouragement and for being proud of me. I am sorry I was such a grouch.

*of note, I have now purchased all aforementioned “unnecessary gear.” Foot. In. Mouth.