I tried the stroller class thing. The session was mostly walking or walking intensity effort with exercises woven in. I tried the stroller bootcamp thing. Better, but as Goldie Locks, I would have hit my second too small chair. As a runner, I am certainly not the epitome of well rounded fitness but do like to finish my workout feeling like I have really “worked out.” Not saying there is no a real need for low intensity postpartum exercise classes, but there is also a need for the high intensity type. To each their own I say.
I joined a friend at Crossfit Moms last year. I had reached the end of my doctor recommended personal trainer journey as my daughter was unable to go the gym with me and I could not afford babysitting on top of the training cost. Plus, I loved the idea of her coming along and engaging in the class. Which she loved too. Especially burpees. All kids love burpees.
It’s also great to have an awesome and supportive group of Crossfit Westside moms who also like to push their fitness, whatever that level might be. Some moms can rock the weights, some can out-kick in the runs, some have a broad base. It doesn’t matter though. We’re all there, after childbirth, as sleep deprived mothers, giving it what we got. Plus we can talk about engorgement and picky eaters and poop in class and get a warm reception. Our instructor, Tauyna, is also incredibly motivating. She herself is a rockstar Crossfit athlete, but transforms to a humble cheerleader coach, always pushing us encouragingly to where she knows we can go.
Over time I have really seen the progress. Functional movements marrying fitness and challenge is where I like to be.
As mentioned in previous blogs, I have a pretty severe set of physical restrictions that are hugely mitigated by fitness. Such as: two missing muscles (brachialis & anconeus) and radial nerve damage in one arm. This causes a comedic inability to control acceleration and deceleration in olympic lifting. I am sure I look like Mr Bean meets “my mom” lifting. I get over that though. Even though progress is too slow to see, you know it’s happening. And one of the best parts about Crossfit is that you can measure it. My elbow would at one point release on me every time I tried to do a chinup or pushup. Now I can crack out a few with no disengagement. Not bad.
It’s really not for every one though. Especially not the faint of heart or de-conditioned. DIzzy, red-faced ladies about to loose their breakfast decide this bowl of oatmeal is simply too hot for their tastes. Which is just why we need classes like Crossfit Moms. To each their own.