Hello, Handstand. It’s been a while…

About 35 years to be exact.

Since I began CrossFit some 6 months ago, I have been quietly terrified about the prospect of This Moment.

My anxiety was very nearly fully realised on the day, a few months back, when Andy (the coach) rolled out a mat on the floor and told me to…

….”do a forward roll.”

“Very funny, LMFAO and all that. But seriously, what are we doing?”

“Forward rolls”.

“You do know I’m 45 years old, right? My neck may well snap like a twig. Are you insured for that kind of thing?”

“Just get on with it. It’s like falling off a log.” (Yes. That’s exactly what I am afraid of. Logs, twigs…).

So when I arrived at the gym yesterday, my eyes were unable to focus on today’s WOD. They were tuned intently in to the words FOCUS – Wall Climbs, Headstands, Handstands.

It was like a bloody hallelujah chorus going off in my head. You’ve got to be shitting me. I had just spent 3 days solid taking the piss out of my husband for straining his groin whilst attempting to perfect this very manoeuvre. I was now starting to think that the mid-life crisis had reached crisis point.

And here’s what I love most about CrossFit – 10 minutes later I was doing this. (Sorry about the pole sticking out of my arse – my son took the photo from a terrible angle).

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It was like I was 8 years old again, tucking my t-shirt into my knickers so the boys couldn’t see next week’s washing.

Like falling off a log.

No idea who the bloody amateur in the dimly lit room is below. Bit porky. Hope she hasn’t left any scuff marks on that bloody wall.

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