We bring so much on ourselves. We get some thought in our head and we dwell on it, dwell on it, dwell on it … until we have a problem. …
This is going to sound stupid and sappy and ridiculous, but here it is: Whatever you face today, put more love into it.
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 …
If you’re lost … join the club. We all are. It’s just that some of us are pretending not to be.
CrossFit, done right, is like taking drugs. Your brain gets scrambled and your hands shake, but you feel flippin’ FANTASTIC. Yet your health improves and you look better. The fact that you get to keep all your teeth is just a bonus.
You have to decide if you have a warrior’s soul, if you’re a CrossFitter.
Just do them.
CrossFit — when I went hard enough — was leaving me gasping and exhausted in 20 minutes — like hours in the globo-gym never had. It became my drug of choice.
The kindness of women is undoubtedly one of the finest parts of life. But for a few minutes today — during that workout — let your inner bitch fly.
The answer doesn’t lie in my iPhone or my Mac. The answer lies in putting all that sh** down and talking to each other in real time.