Pride Goeth Before A Miss — And Other CrossFit Platitudes
Pride goeth before a miss.
The more weight, the merrier.
United we stand, kind of staggered we run.
Don’t rub salt in the wound. Unless it’s a big tear from pull-ups and you like to cry.
If you can’t stand the heat, stay out of the noon class.
Too many cooks spoil the meatza.
A watched bar never lifts itself.
Let the bumpers fall where they may.
CrossFit is the spice of life.
You can’t have your cake and eat it too. Well, you can. But you’re going to feel like shit in the morning.
A big fish in a small box.
Like two peas in a … Wait, you eat peas? Aren’t those a legume?
It only hurts when I laugh. Or breathe. Or open my eyes. Man, that WOD killed me.
Mind over bumpers.
The road to hell is paved with … chippers. Fucking chippers.
Hope for the best, and prepare for double unders.
The barbell is mightier than the sword.
Misery loves company, so same time same place tomorrow!