When I first started CrossFit four months ago, I was as mystified by its language as I was ignorant  of its movements.  Each morning before going to class I would check PVCF’s website to preview the Workout of the Day, and Google any exercises I had either not yet performed or conveniently blocked from my memory.  But even after deciphering the jargon and workout before stepping foot in the gym, nothing (not even my newly acquired knowledge) could minimize the hilarity of walking in to class and seeing  certain words purposefully inscribed on the big, white board.

Although I’ve come clean about my potty mouth, there is another potentially shocking tidbit of information that I have yet to disclose- I also have a dirty mind.  I’m much cruder than a middle-aged mother of two should probably be.  Actually, my mind is in the gutter quite a bit of the time, but not in a creepy way.  I’m a perfectly adequate, functioning member of society.  I volunteer in my community, I’m on the PTA in 2 schools, I drive carpool.  It’s just that when an innuendo is so blatantly, while not intentionally, implied I am powerless in my need to point it out (not because I’m a giant pervert) but because it’s really damn funny.

Given this backstory, imagine my jubilation at sauntering in to the Box and seeing the word SNATCH written in big, black letters for all the CrossFitters to see and guffaw at.  It didn’t matter in the least that I had done my research and knew that this Snatch was a very complicated weight lifting movement.  I took one look at that board and began snickering uncontrollably.  I muttered something exceptionally funny to the fellow Box mates lucky enough to be in my line of fire, but instead of being met with the chuckles I was expecting, I received several blank stares.  I know.  I said I was middle-aged but I never claimed to be mature.  Could I be the only person in the gym whose mind drifts to far away and inappropriate places when we are instructed by our coach to grab racks (for barbells) or perform BJs (box jumps)?

Months later, it turns out that I’m not alone in finding the humor in impossibly challenging CrossFit movements.  These days my 8:30am class buddies and I have quite a rapport which includes laughing out loud about CrossFit exercises with vulgar doppelgängers, as we simultaneously bust our butts in their execution.   And since our joking is not about being crass but finding the fun in that which is hard, when Coach tells me You’ve really cleaned up your Snatch, I’ll laugh (while beaming with pride) instead of slapping him across the face.

 
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