Remember a few weeks ago… when I was all,
Oops, I’m in Europe #Again
Well, now that I’ve been home long enough to recover from this thing called Family Vacay, it’s more than time to show a little love to the two boxes I had the privilege to train at while I was in Europe.
Alas: A Little Love Pt. 1: CrossFit Munich
So imagine this:
I have an address for the CrossFit gym in Munich, Germany and I’m wandering with my folks. I wanted to find the gym on Friday, so I could complete Open Workout 15.4 on Saturday morning.
Google Maps leads us to what looks like a deserted fairgrounds housing an empty factory complex that had been forgotten about- except for the artists. I imagine that in the summer, when it isn’t 45 degrees and drizzling rain, the space is used as a complex of clubs to host festivals.
However- it isn’t summer…
it’s starting to get dark out and our map leads us farther into this complex of buildings.
Those artists I mentioned?
They definitely hadn’t forgotten about this place and on any and all free wall space there was dark (I mean, if we’re being honest, they were creepy) cartoons in graffiti.
But then, behind all of these weird paintings and buidlings there was CrossFit Munich.
I hadn’t trained in four days and needless to say it was probably the hardest thing ever to walk into this huge space where wall balls were waiting to be slammed and walk out without even breaking a sweat or hook-gripping a barbell. Mission find CrossFit Munich: accomplished.
The next morning, my parents huffed it with me across Munich again from our hotel to the box. After all, most people bring their own judge and photographer when they do their open workouts, right? #Queen 😉
Mimi takes a CrossFit Class in Germany…
Here I am holding in giggles the whole time I warmed up because the German language was extra funny to me on Saturday morning… let’s say it had something to do with nerves? Uhh.. obvi.
The one thing I learned from taking a CrossFit class in Germany is that hand stand push up still means hand stand push up and power clean still means power clean.
After I finished 15.4, I was disappointed because I didn’t hit the reps that I wanted to and my competitiveness got the best of me.
Fifteen point four taught me to look forward to getting stronger and that sometimes, actually, most always, it’s more about the experience you have and less about the score (completely making peace with the fact that my score was less than impressive AND I forgot to submit it: DOUBLE WAMMY: seriously.. whatdya gonna do moment.)
A little love for CrossFit Munich is obviously in order, so thanks, CrossFit Munich.
Thank you for the high fives, the PICK UP THAT BAR, GIRL, for the where are you froms, those ‘hell yeah, it’s over’ fist bumps, and even that accidental ass grab. (Made me feel like I was back at CFW 😉 )
I can’t wait to rock CFM’s sweet tank that says…
just by the way, “Hard. Fast. No Cuddling After.” I mean really, when I get tired of snatches I just jerk it.
And off you go, to make this day great, with a few dirty CrossFit jokes that I hope made those pretty lips into a beautiful and goofy smile.