CrossFit and Travel Combined

How can you choose a CrossFit box to train at if you don’t know what you should be looking for?  And how can you judge the quality of your CrossFit box if you’ve never experienced another one?

CrossFit.  Travel.  Two passions combined.

From the snow covered mountains of New Zealand´s South Island, to Dubai´s dusty desert and Spain´s stunning beaches I´ve wandered.  And I´ve boxed jumped.  I´ve visited as many CrossFit boxes as time, logistics and priorities have allowed.  Following the CrossFit.com affilitate finder map, I’ve kept off the tourist trail as much as possible, been to some amazing places, met inspiring people, kept relatively (?!) fit and had room for that self-exploration that so many travellers seem to crave.

And now you reap the benefits.  Check out the straight-talking, honest reviews about the boxes I’ve visited for more of an idea of what you can expect from your box.  These reviews are entirely from my point of view and experience. It has been interesting to see how every box is run slightly differently. What I look for and like will be different to you, so the summaries are as factual as possible.

Finding new limits at the beach. Tawharanui, Northland, NZ.

There are a few other Bits ‘n’ pieces also worth a read, like why weightlifting is so important for girls, why we should stop obsessing so much about being skinny and a piece about an endurance swimmer who turned to CrossFit for increased gains.

The Travel section in Box Jumping offers an alternative insight to a range of travel destinations. This is a CrossFit-free section of the website, with information on local favourties, food and festivals, and how to get the most out of random destinations.

Keep on scrolling….

Small Town Morocco at 22

Belal didn’t actually work in the restaurant he coaxed us in to.  He’d been watching as we wandered slowly through the town square, gazing non-committedly at menus.  We’d been looking for our first Moroccan meal and an escape from the 40 degree heat that was beating down on Chefchaouen, a small village tucked in the Rif Mountains of northern Morocco.  Suddenly standing up from a table, Belal invited us to sit down, waving his arm backwards, putting the restaurant on display.  Seeing doubt on our faces, he turned to pick up a menu and assured us of the great range available – tagines, kebabs, fruit juices…”anything you want!”.  We didn’t need much convincing.  All the restaurants looked much the same and this guy had made a non-aggressive effort to talk to us.  We sat down.

 

We scanned the menu.  “Do you have hummus?”, we asked, sure that hummus and bread would be quite the typical start to our Moroccan adventure.  Belal looked at us blankly.  “Hummus?” I repeated.  He turned and shouted to the kitchen.  The owner came out.  This was serious.  “Yeah, yeah”, the owner assured us after more to-ing and fro-ing.  “And a tagine?” I requested.  He looked pained.  “Mmmm.  A tagine would take too long to make”, he apologised.  Right.  We’d arrived in the middle of Ramadan and the only people sitting in the surrounding restaurants were fellow tourists.  The place was mostly empty for a reason and food hadn’t been pre-prepared.  We asked what our options actually were and the owner shouted down to the kitchen, with Belal standing nervously by, his narrow frame moving from one foot to another.

Review: MyLeo CrossFit. Berlin

MyLeo CrossFit in Berlin was such a solid box that I walked out absolutely raving about the place. Whether this was because I had been gagging for a CrossFit session after 10 days of cheese in Holland, or because the coaching and box itself really were that good I don’t know, but I loved my session there.

With my creative travel itinerary [read: non-existent] and priorities to catch up with old friends in the fascinating city of Berlin, organising CrossFit sessions had become a last-minute task. All the same, I got a quick reply to my drop-in request from MyLeo CrossFit’s Lea, who said she would fit me into any of the classes, despite the website saying they were full. Now that’s welcoming!

Mid-WOD at My Leo CrossFit

In true Berlin style, I jumped on a funky old bike and rode from the east to the west of the city, past funky wall art and welcoming cafes, the House of Parliament, and the beautiful green expanse that is the Tiergarten Park. The ride was a good warm up for a body that had become more accustomed to beer than burpees. I stuck my head through the door and into the massive, black warehouse that is MyLeo CrossFit. Leo himself was taking a PT session at the time, but took a moment to say hi and tell me where things were. Also very welcoming!

Dry July: The perfect excuse to abstain without feeling left out

Dry July may have turned into another campaign to raise funds for cancer sufferers, but fundraising was not behind the creation of this teetotaling month, and nor is it the prime motivation for most people signing up to this entire month without booze.

Kiwis are big drinkers, and that’s a fact. It’s a fact we’re usually quite proud of too, with it not being uncommon to hear people (even grown-up professionals) laughing about their weekend benders. Curiously, we’re not the only nation of people ready to stick their chests out and detail their drinking efforts – the Argentines will tell you how they love their beer, the Russians have vodka for breakfast and even the ever-healthy Norwegians will pull out their aquavit at the oddest of occasions. Ensuing debates about who actually does drink the most are as amusing as they are curious and pointless.

Wine wine, glorious wine.

Review: CrossFit Trondheim. Norway

Given that Oslo, Norway’s capital, had surprised me with its small size, green suburbs and quiet atmosphere, I hadn’t expected much from a CrossFit box 500km to its north in a random town called, Trondheim, especially given that the only reason I was there was to visit an amazing friend.

I better straighten out my misconceptions quickly.  For starters, Trondheim is beautiful.  It has bars, restaurants and quirky streets hugging the long arm of one of Norway’s 1,190 fjords.  Secondly, this is no sleepy hollow; but a city bursting with students and many tourists.  And thirdly, the CrossFit box up that way is totally legit.

Coach Mya at CrossFit Trondheim

Review: CrossFit Twente. Holland

When the owner of a gym looks around himself with pride, and says that he’s standing there as a result of a hobby that got out of control, you can be sure of a few things – he’s going to be a passionate coach, the gym will have a good vibe, and he’ll do all he can for his athletes.

CrossFit might just make you puke… Awesome wall art at CrossFit Twente.

Jan, the energetic but “mature” owner of CrossFit Twente, still holds down his normal day job and started out as a rowing coach.  When he discovered and began to dabble in CrossFit, his strength and fitness gains spoke for themselves.  He noticed that this new sport helped to reduce injuries and improve weaknesses, and so decided to use the training method as part of his rowers’ training programme.

7 Reasons Why CrossFit Makes You a Bad Employee

Yes, being a CrossFitter has its carryover benefits for many an employee, but at times a CrossFitter’s habits can be a distraction at work.  Any of these sound familiar?

1. All CrossFitters talk about is CrossFit.
Water cooler conversations are likely to be drawn out as a CrossFitter tries to impart the benefits of the sport on a colleague, or shares WOD stories with a fellow athlete.

2. CrossFitters are restless.

10 Reasons Why CrossFit Makes You A Better Employee

As published on the Tabata Times

I was in a job interview the other day, talking through my skills and strengths, doing my best to sell myself as a hard worker who would fit into the team. After going through various questions, the interviewer suddenly says, “And I see you do CrossFit?” “Oh, yes!” I beam, with that unbridled enthusiasm common to most CrossFitters. I’d forgotten that I’d slipped in “CrossFit L1 instructor” at the top of my list of qualifications (obviously where it belongs). As it turned out, my interviewer also did CrossFit, and he proceeded to tell me (also with that unbridled enthusiasm) about how it had changed his life. Ten minutes later, I walked out with a job and having promised them that we’d all be doing lunges down the hallways by the end of my first week. Of course, I wasn’t hired just because my new boss also did CrossFit, but because he knows that CrossFitters make good employees. Here’s why:

1. Doing CrossFit makes you generally awesome.
Ok, that one’s a joke. Kind of.

2. It helps you make connections in the office.
We’ve all heard the joke: “How do you know if someone does CrossFit? They’ll tell you.” Well, let’s be honest, this is quite true – I even got it on my CV, for Pete’s sake! Discovering that you have a hobby in common with someone at work, especially one as widespread and popular as CrossFit, makes it much easier to start conversations and create connections with colleagues. You’ll be regarded as a better employee because you’ll quickly integrate yourself in to your new team.

An Argentine Job Interview, For a Kiwi

Jorge never asks to see my CV.  Apparently it’s good enough to know that I am from New Zealand and have four years’ experience in the country’s biggest market research company (probably a fact one shouldn’t be too proud of).  After only a brief chat about who I am he seems satisfied and promptly offers me an interviewee position in his call centre.  He promises that I will be made supervisor should the other candidate pull out. It appears that my being recommended by a friend of a friend of my boyfriend was sufficient for me to not only be offered an interview, but also a job.

Tired of talking about his soon-to-be new employee, I find that I am about to learn some personalised facts about Argentina’s history.  “You see Josie, I fought in the war of the Islas Malvinas” (go around Argentina calling these the Falkland Islands and you won’t be making any friends fast).

Review: CrossFit La Forja. Sevilla, Spain.

The reality of trying to combine travel and CrossFit was starting to hit home.  Getting to the gym frequently was a piece of paleo-approved cake when I was swanning around Madrid for a week and cruising Alicante for over a month.  But hitting the road with a friend in tow proved to be a whole different kettle of deep-fried fish. Spontaneous travel, stays of only one night in cities and the desire to actually see the places I was visiting required some reprioritisation on my part.  Was mine a CrossFit journey?  No.  Mine was a personal journey, which combined both CrossFit and travel.  I had to push CrossFit sessions aside (shocking, I know) and went six days without seeing the inside of a box.  And then I started to go crazy.  It was time to find me a box.

Me and my lovely CrossFit La Forja classmate. No, we didn’t deadlift that together. But it would have been fun!

Review: Reebok CrossFit BCN. Barcelona, Spain.

Reebok CrossFit BCN is a good example of how a box can be decked out with all the bells and whistles but, if the vital factor of good, focussed coaching is missing, the whole work out experience can be compromised.

Let’s start with appearances (because the first ones count, right?) and work our way down.  CrossFit BCN, a big, light, clean box right in the center of Barcelona, was the first air-conditioned box I’d been to, and thank God for that – Spain’s late-July heat was a killer.  Motivational phrases, CrossFit rules and the box’s name bombing made for awesome wall art, although more personal touches, including a post-WOD score board, were missing.  There were couches, a reception area, showers and large changing rooms.  In fact, this box had all the style and trimmings of a “normal” gym, and that made a nice change.  So far, all good!

Wall art. CrossFit’s 10 physical competencies

My initial welcome to the gym was hurried.  I must have interrupted something at the reception desk.  I was directed to the bathrooms and left to my own devices.  “To my own devices”…no, I don’t mean that I wanted help in the bathroom, but more that I felt that I had been diverted there quickly, merely to “occupy” me.