CROSSFIT OBSESSION

I started crossfit in early May. Crossfit is essentially an intense workout with a focus on personalized attention. The trainers there are there to push you and they do. Most workouts appear managable when reading them on the board but sometimes I feel like they are truly designed to kill you. I've been working out doing the classes at Gold's Gym for about 5 years and just wanted a change. I have several friends doing Crossfit so I thought I would try it as a change. And it's fun working out with friends. When summer started I wasn't sure what I was going to do with Colson when Calli was gone but figured I'd just have him sit in the waiting room with his buddies. Luckily after 2 days they decided to start a class for kids at the same time my class is going on.

So I signed him up, tried to convince him that he'd like this workout better than his trainer that he had last year at Gold's (and went 3 times) and drug him up there the first day. I had to bribe him with donuts afterwards to get him to go. And his friends were going to but he still didn't want to go. I've decided he must get anxious in new settings, environments. I don't think he likes the initial feeling of not knowing how things will go and the meeting of new people.

The first day I quit making eye contact with him because he gave me a look like he was ready to kill me. I didn't even ask him any questions in the car because I didn't want to hear his whining and complaining. Halfway to Shipley's he spoke up with this conversation...

Colson: Does a Cinnamon twist have lots of sugar?
Me: well yes
Colson: (under his breath) dang it! What about donut holes?
Me: Well yes...all donuts are made of bread and lots of sugar.
Colson: Ugh. Just get me a kolache
Me: Are you not supposed to eat a lot of sugar?
Colson: NO! It's not good for you.
Me: (wondering how I have told him that for the last 9 years of his life and it hasn't mattered and suddently some buff twenty something tells him and 1 hour later he's bought into it hook, line and sinker)
Colson: (as we approach the order window) Just get me a Cinnamon twist. I'll just do the treadmill when we get home.

And he did! Not only after he ate the donut but after he ate a whole bag of carrots, an apple, a brownie, a Popsicle and whatever we had for dinner. He spent all day either eating or working out. Then he had Presley, our 7 year old neighbor that is his pal around partner, come over and he led her through whatever workout they had done that day. You could hear him from the other end of the house directing her with "high knees, side to side, high knees, side to side". That night he was whining because he couldn't go 7 days a week.

The next day when I went to get him up he had NO issues and popped right out of bed ready to go. For about 2 weeks he'd give away his food that wasn't good for him. Even though he usually had already eaten half of it before he remembered he shouldn't be eating it, he still made an effort to get rid of it.
He spent that first week giving his own class to Presley and teaching her everything he learned about eating right.

And he's still on the crossfit bandwagon. I wouldn't say he's obsessed anymore but he still enjoys going to his class and doesn't complain. None of his friends are going anymore and he still doesn't complain. Now he's comfortable with the trainers so he doesn't need his buddies.

I told the trainers he may not make an addict out of me, but they've got a really good shot of making Colson one.