I love working out, trying new fitness regimes, being part of a team, and feeling (and seeing) my body become increasingly capable and strong. Yet, I’ve always been a CrossFit-skeptic. Perhaps it is the fact that the gyms are called “boxes”, the workouts are called “WODs”, the walls are mirrorless, and a membership can be pricey… But despite my skepticism, I couldn’t deny that if building muscle was what I wanted to do (and it is), CrossFit is effective as hell. As the person who runs the Women’s Health Magazine Instagram page (@womenshealthmag) and is obsessed with becoming increasingly fit and physically capable, both my personal IG feed (@gk.fitness) and the IG feed of Women’s Health is filled by #fitspo of CrossFit athletes who prove time and time again (through videos and photos), that their bodies and minds are incredibly capable.
After living in New York for almost six months and only making a handful of friends, I knew that I needed to make more friends and find a pre-established community to become a part of. I also knew that I wanted to pursue a community where I could find a lifting-buddy, swolemate, and person to geek out over flex-pictures with. Now was as good of a time as ever to give CrossFit a whirl.
My introduction to ICE NYC was unique; I had a friend who had been part of the community there since she moved to New York in July, but it wasn’t until I began applying and interviewing for a job at the box that I was convinced to try a class. My first interview with the box took place directly following a class, having arrived super early I caught the tail end of the workout and watched as the athletes congratulatory tapped each other on their backs and butts, and then brought it in (“right hand, closest to your heart”) for a cheer. The ethos of the group reminded me so wildly of my time playing rugby in college: the coach (@lizadams21) was treated with respect, the team was determined and focused, and the athletes followed an implicit 'No Man Left Behind' policy.
While my friend’s glowing recommendation of CrossFit could not convince my stubborn, happy-with-weightlifting-alone self to try it, watching a workout could.
Last Saturday I gave it a try. In preparation for my first class I washed my favorite workout outfit: a green tank that emphasizes my traps, and soccer short- nothing too flashy, but something I would feel comfortable moving (and moving in new ways) in, registered myself as a drop-in on their online portal (MindBody), and bought a protein bar I could eat on the subway-ride the morning of.
Prior to signing up of the 9am class, I was told by current CrossFitters that the WOD we would be doing was one of the hardest workouts they could remember. The dread in their voices was apparent, and their tales of the last time they did a similar workout scared me.
What was it? This (see below) 3 times:
10 pushups 10 two-handed Russian kettlebell swings 10 pushups 10 kettlebell swings switch-arm
10 pushups 10 two-handed kettlebell swings
10 pushups 10 single-arm kettlebell snatch 10 pushups 10 double-arm kettlebell clean
When I learned it was a partner workout I was nervous, but before I even had time to look around Lost Puppy Style, a girl came right up to me and asked to be my partner. After the workout I learned that she too had just moved to the city for a job and was having a hard-time making friends post-college, but that she had finally found a community when she became a member of ICE NYC. Whether she asked to be my partner because we looked to be about the same fitness level, seemed the same age, or because she remembers being the new kid in class, I don’t know, but I was truly grateful not to have been the odd (wo)man out.
Typically, CrossFit goes in different levels so that the new members go to a beginner’s level introductory class to learn the basic moves. However, due to my experience with bodybuilder style weightlifting and the fact that the owner wanted to get me right into the mix as part of the application process, my first CrossFit class was with the 'alumni' athletes. Yet, this didn’t mean that I didn’t get any instruction on how to do the moves correctly. Before every workout, the coach demonstrates every movement within the workout and walks around correcting everyones form as they warm-up, that way by the time the timed WOD starts, the athletes have all practiced and honed the the correct form for each move.
I was surprised by, impressed by, and grateful for the level of feedback the coach was able to give every person in the class. Only when every person in the class could execute the moves successfully, did the clock start.
After the warmup, but before the clock dinged, I wondered, “How hard can a 20-30 minute workout really be?” I had done 2 to 2.5 hour rugby practices! I had run a marathon! I completed a tough mudder! But don’t get me wrong... the workout was hard.
The workout was really hard. But my partner and I finished in 23 minutes.
During the 23 minutes my mind was alert with thoughts such as: “F*ck, this is harder than I expected!”, “Come on, Gabby, don’t be a wimp!”, “Oh shit, this kettlebell stuff takes A LOT of coordination!”, and “Please don’t puke. PLEASE PLEASE don’t puke”. But when we finished the workout I was covered in sweat, smiling wildly, and proud as hell. That workout was the most fulfilling 23 minutes I can remember since my final collegiate rugby game.
I love that my first WOD was a partner workout because I got to experience the true community element of the sport. When my partner and I finished we dropped the kettlebells to the ground and fist bumped the way my old rugby teammates and I used to in college.
When I talk about my time in New York City I typically mention how difficult it is to transition from an environment (college), where I succeeded and received daily (if not hourly), positive reinforcement about my ideas, work-ethic, and contribution, to a new environment (post-grad), where positive reinforcement, feedback, or advice is rare to come by. When at the end of my workout I was giddy and my body was pumping with adrenaline, the coach came up to my partner and I to congratulate us on a workout well-done and compliment our strength (mine had been hidden by a blazer during my previous interviews), I knew that this CrossFit thing was something I could get addicted to: the community, the energy, the hard work, the positive reinforcement, the guidance.
While after only one class it would be too early to say that I am officially a CrossFitter, I’m looking forward to continuing to learn what CrossFit is all about, memorizing the lingo, making friends, and learning more about incorporating kettlebells into a workout.
Author Bio: Gabrielle Kassel is a New York based writer who has a deep affinity for weight-lifting, living mindfully, and the em-dash. She has been published at Women’s Health Magazine where she worked on the online editorial team, Feather Magazine where she was a contributing health writer, and ICE NYC where she works as the social media editor. In her free time she can be found reading self-help books, making soup, and practicing hygge.