Emily Beers convinces her mother to try CrossFit and experiences the trials and rewards of raising a new athlete.
I’ll never forget the moment her CrossFit life was conceived.
My mother phoned me up, hesitated a moment, interrupted and then blurted, “Em I think I think I’m ready to try CrossFit.”
I had been trying for months, but to no avail. At one point, I was so desperate I tried more artificial ways to get the ball moving. This involved Tabata squatting in her living room and doing sit-ups with her while watching a movie, our feet tucked under the couch to hold them down.
But this wasn’t satisfying to me. I needed her at my gym, attempting pull-ups and box jumps with the other 57-year-old women.
Needless to say, when she finally popped the question, my heart was filled with warmth as feelings of happiness and relief shot through my body. Following this was the morning sickness and nausea, as I feared the journey ahead.
“Am I capable of raising my mother into a CrossFitter?”