Big doings in the malevolent andrea/Bitty Bro world, kids. No secret I haven't been getting to the gym much of late. Part of this is that I've mostly been working six days a week at two different jobs, both with horrible to semi-horrible commutes, for the past almost-three months. Excuses, excuses, right? Time was, I'd have made it to the gym even so. But I seemed to have lost my mojo.
Being an analytical sort, I carefully sat down the other day and considered just why that might be. Part of it is that my gym (which was extremely conveniently located to my OLD job) is now in the opposite direction of my two new jobs. I'm simply never in the neighborhood anymore and if I have to go past my house to get there after a 12 hour day, you know I'ma end up on the couch, not the weight floor. Secondly, there's the fact that after my surgery last year, I was never able to completely get all my strength back. Oh, I got back to my previous weights on some lifts and close on others, but I certainly wasn't smashing PRs. Since what I enjoy most about lifting is/was feeling strong and badass, this took some of the joy out of it. Thirdly, the new gym management that started busting me for squatting barefoot and otherwise enforcing other heretofore not-enforced petty gym rules also took some of the joy out of it. Time was, that ghetto Y felt like home to me. Then suddenly it didn't.
With all these extremely important insights (lulz) in mind, I made two decisions. First, that I just have to find someplace closer to my two new jobs to work out and, second, that I have to find something that's a new challenge, something that's gonna reignite my passion. (Because you know I think working out is supposed to be fun, not some grim chore you grit your teeth through.) And thus I started googling.
My first thought was crossfit. Now, in some circles in which I hang, crossfit is roundly mocked. Sometimes for good or semi-good reasons: kipping, Paleo diet cultism, cultism in general, badly coached Oly lifts leading to spinal injury, etc. Sometimes for no good reason: "we're just better than you are, nyah nyah." I was willing to look past the kipping and the Paleo diet. Besides, one of my online weightlifting pals switched to crossfit and she still looks awesome and is strong as boool. Mr Google found me a crossfit "box" walking distance from one of my jobs and a stone's throw from Fenway Park. It costs $270 A MONTH. See, kids, that's two weeks worth of groceries or a freaking car payment or, in laymen's terms, more fuckin' money than anyone should pay to go to the gym EVAH unless it includes Mikey Lowell showing up nekkid to "coach" you. Next! (There were more reasonably priced, if still expensive, crossfit boxes on google, but none of them were convenient enough in location to make them irresistible. So, next!)
What else have you always wanted to do, Andrea? I asked myself. What other fitness endeavor would a.) make you feel strong and badass and b.) is something that you would have been too shy, unsure of yourself, and intimidated to try when you were a young woman?
Well, kids, as I expressed it to my friends...I just wanna hit shiz. And possibly people.
I googled some martial arts type places, but I knew, from my son having taken kenpo karate for several years as a kid, that that wasn't exactly what I was looking for. The whole belt system...taking tests, being judged and graded...just not what I wanted in my workout. I respect that and I think it's awesome in instilling discipline etc etc in kids (or other people that have a problem in that area) but my whole life is awash in self-discipline. I know all about hard work, delayed gratification, working towards a goal, blah blah fucking blah. I don't need that in my gym life. I just wanna hit shiz. And possibly people.
Mr Google provided me a boxing gym. A boxing gym with something like 40% female members and testimonials from Shawn Thornton, the Phantom Gourmet guy, and a few Red Sox wives. Including Mrs Mikey Lowell. (Who, obvs, must be a former, not current, member since they live in Florida now, but how is that not fate? Apart from the fact that I'm a few years too late to punch her in the head and yell "I want your hot Cuban husband, bitch!" Kidding, kidding. I'm willing to share.) Where was I? Oh, yeah, said gym is also a little over a mile walking distance from one of my jobs and a reasonable T ride from the other. My only sticking point was the fact that nowhere on their beautifully designed website was there any indication of how much it cost. I could only imagine that it might be even more than the $270 crossfit place. After all, Shawn Thornton, Mrs Mikey Lowell, and the Phantom Gourmet guy aren't exactly the kind of clientele one runs into at the Ghetto Y. Nevertheless, I signed up for my free introductory lesson...
TO BE CONTINUED