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I Did It!

Well, I finally did it.

Everyone at work has been trying to get me to do a WOD with our CrossFit group(Black Label CrossFit), but I kept chickening out and coming up with excuses each week not to do it.

I have always been terrified of working out with a group for numerous reasons. I'm so used to working out by myself and going at my own pace, resting when I need to, and not having to worry about keeping up with other people.

I was scared of how hard the workout would be, scared of not knowing anyone there, and probably more than anything, I was scared of coming in last! I was afraid that I'd fail, that I'd embarrass myself.

So yesterday, just out of the blue, I decided to do the WOD that evening when I was finished my training sessions. I told myself, "You just have to do it. Get over your fear, and do it!"  Of course, I was nervous and thinking about it all day. I was afraid that I was going to chicken out again like I had every other time.

When my last training session ended for the night and it was time for CrossFit to start, there was a part of me that wanted to give in to the fear again and not do it.  But I couldn't let myself do that. So I took a deep breath, and with a racing heart, walked through the doors of the CrossFit garage to face my fear.

And you know what? It wasn't as bad as I thought it was going to be. The workout was tough, of course, but I had fun trying something different, and I loved how being in a group atmosphere made me push myself harder.

I did something that was definitely out of my comfort zone, and that is always a good thing. I conquered a fear, and I'm proud of myself for doing it!

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