How to Handle Being Stared At…

It’s summer.

Short skirts.  Even shorter shorts.  Tank Tops.  Bathing suits.  Hair up.

Lots of skin exposed.

And if you have muscle, lots of muscle as well.

Lately, I’ve been stared at A LOT!

Now, I’m fairly good looking with a body only 1% of women have.  It draws attention. Most of it unwelcome.

I was in Starbucks two days ago in my workout gear cause I was heading to teach a fitness class and wanted a drink to heat up after I was finished.

An old guy seated nearby blatantly stared and didn’t break eye contact when I met his gaze.  Uh.

Pumping gas at Costco, a guy in his mid-40’s did the same thing.rob-schneider-comedian-quote-women-always-feel-like-theyre-being

I know I look different than most women.  And I do wear revealing clothes because I do work hard at my body and I want to be comfortable and cool like everyone else.  Plus, I’m tired of trying to be inconspicuous when it doesn’t really work anyways (see post HERE for more of this).

There are two ways to deal with this:

  1. Take it as a compliment.  You are beautiful and men like to look (sometimes stare, glare, gawk, and leer) at beautiful things (they are visual creatures, ya know).
  2. Get upset about it.  Let it bother you and carry it with you all day long.

It’s easier to take it as a compliment than let others bother you.  However, this can be hard.  It DOES get old quick.

My advice:

Be comfortable with yourself and who you are.  Sure, men and women will stare at you. Women are usually envious.  Men are usually lustful.  That is human nature and normal reactions.

Keep in mind:  they don’t affect you unless you let it!  You are in control of your reactions to others.  Let it slide off and move on with your day.  In your heart, mind, and soul is where the beauty lies.  Let it shine!

The Secret to CrossFit is…

Never stop moving.

Erase the word rest from your mind.

While you’re taking a 10 second break, I’m doing one rep at a time.

While you’re squatting and breathing, I’m moving, pushing myself.
While you’re re-chalking, I’m getting another pull up.

You’d be surprised how one rep at a time chips away at what seems like a huge number such as 50.

Before you know it, you’re done and on to the next move.

And before you know it, you’ve passed everyone else who took breaks. You’ve beat everyone else and are at the top.

All because you never stopped moving until you finished or the clock ran down.

You believed in yourself.  You envisioned the end game.  You did your best.

And that, my friend, is a perfect day.



It’s Always Something…

As a CrossFitter, you have aches and pains.  You’re sore.  Your mobility is compromised. Your shoulder hurts.  You have a pulled muscle.  You name it.

For me, it’s something different every week:  shoulder, calf, bicep, knee, elbow, a random huge bruise, etc.

But it’s always somethingcrossfit-sore

Which I’ve accepted.

I’ll always have something tweaked. Something sore or strained.  Something tight.  Some movement I have to back off of because of that tweak.  One day I’ll do strict pull-ups because my shoulder is off.  Another day I’ll row instead of run because my leg feels off. Or I’ll go light on dead lifts because we just did 30 dead lifts in a WOD.

Sometimes I’ll think Why do I put up with this?  Why deal with this?  Why?

Because CrossFit is my addiction.  It’s my outlet.  It’s my passion.  It’s what I do.  It’s a part of me.

Because of that I’ll deal with anything.

The Day I Knew I Was Good at CrossFit…


Lately, I’ve been near the top of the leader board in my box pretty consistently.  I’ve gotten my bar muscle up.  I’m perfected my butterfly pull-ups.  I’m doing my own strength program so I’m getting stronger and the heavier weights in WOD’s don’t affect me as much and I can move much more more easily.

Today was the day I realized though that I am really good.  REALLY.

We had an Open Test WOD of:

50 wallballs

50 double unders

40 box jumps

40 toes to bar

30 chest to bar pull ups

30 burpees

20 squat cleans (100 lbs for women)

20 jerks (100 lbs)
10 muscle ups

I did the wall balls and the double unders unbroken in record time.  I was the first to all the movements.  I had the highest score (even amongst the boys).  What slowed me down were the TTB and the C2B (2 moves I’m gonna work once I’m done with my muscle-up course).

I’ve really grown as an athlete since the Open.  It gave me the impetus to get better, to improve my moves (and get new ones), and to give it my all.

There’s something about CrossFit that’s hard to explain to non-CrossFiters.  But I work very hard at it and the passion builds.  I get frustrated just like everyone else.  But in the end I push harder and the work gets done.  And I win.

Isn’t that what it’s all about?



Tough Mudder

Why did I think this was a good idea?

I asked myself this same question half-way up the Manitou Incline and I asked myself this same question half-way through the Tough Mudder.

The Tough Mudder (for those few who don’t know what it is) is a 10 mile race on rough terrain through an obstacle course.  And the obstacles are not for the faint of heart.


I purposely did not look at the obstacles again before I left because I didn’t want to know.

Let’s examine some now.

The Arctic Enema.  Jumping into a tank full of ice water, dunking under water, and swimming to the other side.  Why not?

This isn’t even the sadistic part.

The sadistic part is before this you had to carry a 35 lb of ice 100 yards and then dump it in the tank.

“So we’re carrying our own torture devices?”

“That’s right.”

Images of crucifixion come to mind.

This was horrible.  This was so bad.  It lasted maybe 30 seconds but once you get out you can’t feel any part of your body.  You just carry on, mute, hoping you are following the right path.


Infamous amongst Tough Mudders.

You’ve seen the pictures.  People forming human chains to get up it.  Helping each other.  The ultimate picture of camaraderie.

Well, now picture facing Everest ALONE.

I’m not kidding here.

Unbeknownst to me, I had signed up for the TOUGHEST MUDDER, for seasoned Mudders who travel all over the country doing these crazy courses most weekends.

All I knew was I was signing up to be timed.  That’s it.

Well, since I signed up for this, we started first on the course.  So there was hardly anyone in front of me.  Now, you all know I’m a runner and this course was a lot of running so I was by myself a lot of the time.  Something you don’t want to be at the obstacles.

So here I am, facing this huge wall of white.  Well, I just run at it.  Thanks to CrossFit, the rope climb was no problem.  But I get stuck at the top.  The rope hangs over a lip and you have to throw  your foot up over the side (which would have been great information to have had when I had momentum).

Here I am, clinging to the side of the wall, stuck.  And I clung there for probably about 2 minutes, waiting for the 2 volunteers to help me up.  They grabbed my foot and I got up.  Barely.

Augustus Gloop.  Another obstacle with water.  Not again!  You go under water, climb up a ladder all while running water is dripping on top of you.  I can’t see a thing cause this is no drip-drop.  It’s sheer running water.  It sucks.

The Funky Monkey Revolution.  All I know is there are monkey bars and water below.  I tell myself, “I am NOT falling into that water.”  That’s the last thing I want–is to get wet again.  So, thanks to CrossFit, I cross this obstacle all the way–slowly, very slowly–and ungracefully.  Apparently, I’m the first woman to do so all day they tell me.  Water was the motivator here.

Overall, I had a great time except for the being wet the entire time part.  At the beginning of the day, it was cold.  I was shivering before we even started.  We got wet right away and I was miserable.  The sun didn’t come out until 1 hour into the course.  It sucked.

Then right when I dried off, Arctic Enema.  Then 2 more waters in a row.  I was done.  I was sopping wet and it all sucked.

If I’m going to torture my body, I think I’d rather enjoy it.

Take aways from the Mudder:

  1. Never again am I purposely submerging myself in 20 degree cold water.
  2. The bruises hurt more as the days pass.
  3. Don’t forget sunglasses again!
  4. Snacks and gloves are useless when wet.
  5. The key is to never stop for more than a minute break.  Just keep moving.
  6. Comfort yourself with Starbucks.  It never fails.
  7. The end is the best part:  See.  I’m even smiling!



Beating the Boys

Imagine:  2k row, 150 double unders, and 10 rounds of Cindy (5 pull ups, 10 push ups, and 15 air squats).

Imagine you’re the last one off the rower–and you still beat everyone in the gym.

This was me today.

I’m a horrible rower.  Just terrible.  I’ve gotten better, but it’s definitely not one of my strengths.

I was the last one off the rower.  Some guys were a good 3-4 minutes ahead of me.

I messed up the double unders maybe 4 times.

I did Cindy.  Strict.  Because my left shoulder feels a bit wonky from practicing bar muscle-ups.

And I still won.7ad86c0875a5863e6ce46848764e9b4a-girls-who-workout-crossfit-girls

I couldn’t believe it.

It’s because my strengths are body weight and never stopping till the end.  I did this as soon as I got off the rower.

Today was a good day.

Anytime I beat the boys it’s a good day.

But anytime I come from behind it’s even better.

However, anytime I come from behind AND beat the boys it’s an awesome day indeed.

I’m Tired of Hiding my Muscles…

Job interviews.  A necessary evil.  Always uncomfortable.  Never fun.

Lately, I’ve been seeking another part-time job.  I had an interview last week, and I wore a nice sleeveless dress.  In the past, I would NEVER have done this.

Because my muscles show.  And I never know what people think of a woman with muscles and I didn’t want to bias any of them.

Last year, I was seeking a job as well, and I purposely wore clothes on every interview to hide my muscles.  I didn’t want to be judged because of them.  Furthermore, if a man was interviewing me, I didn’t think he’d find them all that attractive and may even be jealous.  And I didn’t want that.

This time around I have a different attitude:  I don’t care any more if I’m judged because of my muscles.  I work damn hard at my body and I like showing them off.  I like wearing form-fitting dresses and skirts.  I like being a woman and I shouldn’t be ashamed of that.

And it’s summer.  I can’t exactly wear a sweater or long sleeves.  So a sleeveless dress makes sense.

Besides, my CrossFit certification is on my resume.  I can’t exactly hide it, now can I?  Nor do I want to.  Not anymore.

I’m strong and proud.  As we all should be.  No matter our body types.