I went to my first crossfit class in month today. The last class I took was the first class I had taken since completing the Elements course. That was on October 7th. The fateful date of the dive that my dad never returned from.
Jake has been pushing me to go. Many days I've had every intention of going. But I'm tired. So tired. And I'm busy. So so busy. And some days I look at the workout of the day and I just know I won't be able to handle it. So I don't.
But today. Today I went. The workout looked challenging, but it allowed moments to catch your breath. And it felt good. It felt so good. I forgot that when you walk in the door and start that warm up it's no longer intimidating. People are nice. The coaches are so nice. They modified everything that needed to be modified to help me get back into it. I worked on form. I completed the entire workout and my lungs still ache, but I feel strong. I know my dad would be proud. I want to be strong for him. Physically strong. I want to be strong for me.
I'm so glad I made myself go. I hope I can continue to make myself go. I love feeling powerful. I need to feel powerful right now. Exercise really is great medicine.