One day I awakened the slumbering beast inside me.

It yawned deliciously. It stretched its wings. It reached out of the flaccid years-long stasis and moved towards the fit beast it somehow knew it could be.

Nearly four years later the beast roars each time it walks into the gym, picks up a weighted bar, sets its shoulders and lifts. Or swings. Or pushes. Or squats.

I am a cross fitter. It’s my drug of choice.

My mother would be somewhat horrified. I’m not the lady she thought she raised. I think, however, she would support the fitter, happier me.

warming up with Rusty the gym dog

warming up with Rusty the gym dog

written for Tara’s 100 Word Challenge. This week’s word is HABIT.

I started out at 350# – could barely ride the stationary bike 10 minutes at a time. I’ve taken off 75# and find myself much fitter and happier. You can find me at CrossFit Certitude M-W-F at 5:30 a.m. Join me. It really is habit-forming.

5 responses

  1. Melissa says:

    Yay you!! I started working out on a regular basis at a gym called 9Round. It’s kickboxing. I feel so much better, despite the aches and pains that come with working out!

  2. Important is the ‘ happier you’ rest all is immaterial

  3. Ally says:

    I love this! Grabbed me from the first line.

    Ally :)

  4. Tina says:

    Once I get cleared for normal activity I intend to start walking again. I enjoy taking my dog out and looking at the trees and flowers and animals. Yours is a good habit to have!

  5. Lori Carlson says:

    Wonderful true story, cleverly told! Good luck with your fitness goals!

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