I went to my old gym for two and a half years and never met anyone new.
I’ve been going to CrossFit for three months and have met at least a dozen people.
It’s amazing what you find in common with someone who’s siting beside you, dripping sweat after burpees and lunges and pull ups and and kettlebell swings. Like how much both of you would really like to return to breathing normally.
Granted, the point of CrossFit isn’t to make friends, but the contrast between CF and regular gyms as far as the social aspect is concerned provides nice side benefit. At least for me. I’m not the most social person, but I enjoy some friendly conversation. I never got that at my old gym. And I can understand why gyms intimidate people. Huge, buff dudes grunting and straining. Skinny chicks, huffing and puffing on the elliptical machines. Not the most inviting of environments.
What’s great about CrossFit is that everyone there is pulling for everyone else. It isn’t just Keith and Justin being encouraging and supportive — it’s all the clients, too. Slow, fast, beginner, rock star … everybody wants to see everybody else do well. Sure, there’s some friendly competition, but at the end of 20 brutal minutes, there’s never a shortage of “nice job”s.
Making friends, one pushup at a time.