First, if you’ve never been here before, welcome. This is a little place of ramblings about any and everything, not necessarily with correlation. It’s like Seinfeld, but not nearly as funny.
Now, back to my CrossFit family and the community I’m falling in love with…
I understand why some people call it a cult (Google crossfit + cult). I love it, I want to go every day (but my body doesn’t let me), it has me eating a completely different diet – see my beginnings here – (oh, how my 20 year-old self would be in disbelieve), and I can even speak this new jargon that, if I didn’t speak it, would want to make me roll my eyes.
This week my bruise is here:
The fact that it could be taken for a hickey is better than last weeks bruises on my wrists (from those kettlebell clean and presses) which could have been misconstrued as domestic abuse.
We’re (my CrossFit) is into the beginnings of another MVT challenge, and so I’m now off to thaw some grass-fed beef for fajitas (sans tortilla) tonight.