When you think of CrossFit, you probably think of big, bulky men screaming, grunting and lifting barbells and dumbbells. I’m willing to bet that a lanky 21 year old girl with negative muscle mass is the image that comes to mind. But that’s exactly what happened at this Friday’s first. I, Hannah Tess, tried my first CrossFit class at ICE NYC on the Upper East Side… and to much surprise I lived to tell the tale.
As much as I was expecting to push my body and my mind, I wasn't expecting how much I would actually learn about the CrossFit process and the huge lifestyle it has become for so many. If you’d like to hear about my experience and all the blood, sweat, and tears that I shed, keep scrolling. Just kidding, I’m not THAT dramatic. But I’m not kidding about the sweat. Like, at all.
I have bright green eyes, my all-time favorite color is green, and I’d like to think that I’m pretty environmentally friendly. Yet for some reason, I’ve been super reluctant to hop on the green train sweeping the nation that is matcha. For those of you like me who didn’t know what matcha was until literally yesterday, my understanding is that it’s essentially green tea in powder form – weird, right? I’m definitely not a tea drinker, but I was more than fine with trying the next most popular matcha phenomenon… froyo.
If you’re anything like me, your mind is always running a thousand miles a minute and you often find yourself telling your brain to STFU. I mean, I’m lucky if I get a break from myself for just a few minutes every day. So imagine my reaction when I showed up to a meditation studio and was told that for 45 minutes it was just me and my thoughts. And more specifically, me and my thoughts of nothingness. The idea of thinking about nothing for a while actually sounded appealing, at least it would give me a break from everything that usually stresses me out. But actually forcing myself to clear my head and focus on nothing but the rhythms of my breathing seemed even more stressful! How could I possibly do this?!
I’m going to start this blog post with a disclaimer that I used to be an amazing dancer, even the best in the dance class, according to my doting mother. My long limbs were perfect for ballet and I loved showing off when it was time for group leaps. I got the most height and a precise, perfect point of the toes.
As I got older, my long limbs became more like wet noodles, and I somehow lost all sense of coordination and my graceful dancing abilities. Even so, I was still super excited to try out 305, a Miami-inspired dance class that all my friends have been RAVING about it. Read more to find out if I'm as good at twerking as I was at sashaying.
I’m not trying to be dramatic at all, but when I think of “green juice” the image that comes to mind is a thick, seedy substance that tastes like leaves. I’m picturing a full on tree being grinded up in a blender with a little bit of water, appetizing right?
I mean, I've heard of people eating tree bark but I always thought that was in prehistoric times. So when my manager at Ketanga (I'm the summer intern!) told me she wanted me to try a green juice for my series, it’s safe to say I wasn’t too excited. Flashback to two Friday’s ago when I JUST tried my first salad – how am I supposed to drink leaves if I’ve barely begun eating them?!