Throat was scratchy when I woke up - not a good sign (it still is scratchy, actually) - and hips were sore as hell from yesterday's hell run. That's something new. But I took the tube out to East London and Crossfit, which turns out to be a tiny little facility crammed into a single railway arch.
There were several sweaty people doing deadlifts (workout of the day) when I arrived, and the place is small enough that those waiting for the next class have to do so outside, in the rain as it turned out. (Good job it was just drizzle).
I was pleasantly surprised to see that it wasn't a predominantly female mix - there was one woman other than myself, and five guys, plus the female instructor. The class itself was pretty hard work, but it was fun. I have issues with the forward roll - I can do it to a point, but my big arse acts like a counterweight making it hard (well, impossible, currently - I'm working on upgrading that to hard) to get back to my feet. Backward roll was challenging but less so - I found I could do a backward roll into a straddle. There were also some drills to prepare us for handstands.
One thing I wasn't expecting was that I actually got a bit nauseous from all the rolling around. I had a protein shake earlier but I think that even if I went completely fasted, I might have issues. I'll have to see how that goes.
The other good thing was that I got chatting to one of the guys after and turns out he is a teaching assistant at a west London school who helps with PE, and he's going to give me some advice about teaching.
So overall, thumbs up. I've booked for next week too.