Tonight I climbed Mount Gillen.
My bedroom window looks out onto it – it’s quite spectacular. The climb was tough and we quite literally had to climb up rock faces, but the view at the top was something else…
Photos on my Nikon [except the last one of me climbing up, courtesy of Doug’s iPhone]
I’ve been really enjoying capturing some photos from the competition workouts over the last 5 weeks. Here are two of my fave that truly sum up why I love my Crossfit family and what Crossfit stands for.
Mother and Daughter, after completing a workout together in competition.
Strong women. May we be them; may we raise them
And the teamwork. Everyone is in it together, every step of the way.
When I talk about the gym, I often get asked what is Crossfit or what’s so good about it?
It’s hard to describe what it actually is. I suppose, in essence, it is a mix of functional fitness and olympic lifting. It’s always different, and no matter how good you may think you are at a certain movement, it’s aways bloody hard. I can’t tell you how much I hate the gymnastics rig – pull ups, toes to bar, chest to bar, blah blah blah…
But what I love is watching everyone, and how everyone has their own thing. I’m good at olympic lifting, but crap at pull ups; you’re good at gymnastics, but struggle with your mobility in the bottom of a squat. It’s so cool to see everyone smashing their own goals, whether it be a beginner learning to clean, or a veteran cross fitter getting their first muscle up. I love it.
But what I love most is the camaraderie, the support, the teamwork, the vibes. Everyone is so bloody friendly, so supportive and your personal victory becomes a victory for the box. It’s addicting, and really is a big family. I’m so glad to have found a box in the Outback that I’m loving being apart of, that has reignited my spark to train. Full credit to the owners, coaches & members – you’re all awesome
Hopefully these pictures sum it up…