Hello Globo Gym
Saturday after CrossFit and running some errands, I decided to go to 24 Hour Fitness (yes, I still have my membership just in case…I have a cheap rate) for some strength work that I haven’t been able to work on in a while at CF310.
Mind you, I’m wearing my typical CF attire: striped knee high socks, short shorts and my deadlift girl tee.
I do a quick warm up, stretching, then head straight to the weights - not machines, and lucky girl I am, there’s an empty barbell not being used. I decide to work on front squats.
Start with 65lbs, then 75lbs, then 85lbs, then 95lbs - starting to get pretty heavy at this point, so I’m making faces, slightly grunting. Get up from that and notice the looks from the guys around me (because as usual there are no women in that area). Surprise? Awe? Creeped out? Haha, who knows. I just giggle to myself and proceed to add weights to the bar. I move onto 110lbs (my PR) and balls, that was a toughie, but I made it my bitch.
When I finished three reps of those, a guy who had been watching me, approaches me and says, “That is one awesome shirt by the way, I love it, have a good workout.”
I felt weird, bit uncomfortable, yet proud to be in there, showing that girls can be strong, too, and that no, it’s not weird.
Something That Would Never Happen at a Globo Gym
I leave for work this morning (rushed as you saw in a previous post) and I forget my gym bag on my bed! As I leave work I ask my fellow CrossFitting friend what she is up to tonight and she says 6:30 cf class then she is free so I tell her I’m going to go watch!
I get there with intention to watch the WOD since clearly I can’t do the WOD in jeans, boots, and Greek top. Coach Kris sees me and I wine that I forgot my clothes at home so I’m just going to watch. He immediately offers some pants he has in the office, and a shirt, if I want to workout. I am surprised but immediately agree. Figuring I’ll do barefoot activities (work on kips, back squats, push ups, etc), and then Jo, my friend, offers her shoes to me because she had done the WOD earlier.
So the only clothes I was wearing that were actually mine were: undies, bra, and socks.
Lucky me, the WOD was ALL running (note my sarcasm since running is my kryptonite).