The Cadaver Project, Entry 1

  “I’m out next week,” I tell my final client of the day. “I’ll be in Phoenix until Sunday.” “Phoenix!” She says excitedly. “Be nice to get away from this cold. Just going out for vacation, or…?” “It’s a dissection lab, actually. My second one.” There is a pause, and...

Lie To Me

“It doesn’t matter what I say. You can’t be told.” After hearing this years over by people who cared about me, I was finally woman enough to recognize it as the truth and apologize to those people who I’d steamrolled in an effort to leap...

An Open Letter to the CF Coaching Community

Tonight’s the night. With the announcement of 14.1 just hours away, CrossFitters young and old, novice and veteran are getting the pre-performance nervous bladder. Blogs are filled with predictions, tips, wishes for a good season, and general community boosting. While...

We Love Your Weird

At a recent gathering at the box to decorate our monster Christmas tree, we, as a community, received a wonderful compliment from a new member: “Everyone here is just so down to earth… Real, and genuine.” This came on the heels of 1) a Secret Santa name grab where we...

By the Numbers

It’s rep No. 88 of 150 in Karen. You’re wincing, braced for the medicine ball to make its descent back into your waiting hands. You catch it, press it between the wall and your shoulder, your chest heaving, your legs shaking, your mind suddenly flooded with thoughts:...

A 157lb Dissection

Airports and planes are the only places I read magazines. Most of the time, the content in popular magazines isn’t worth the paper it’s printed on, but I usually have several hours of travel time to kill, so I like to warm up with what’s essentially the KFC of...

No Church In the Wild

“I was having nightmares about this.” One of my athletes, referring to Murph, shared this with me yesterday as the gym started to fill with people for the CrossFit community’s traditional Memorial Day WoD. I nodded, sympathetic to what he was feeling and acknowledging...

The Inner Asshole

When I was in my early 20s, I was an asshole. First class. To this day, I’m deeply impressed by any person younger than 28 who’s employed, independent, not in massive amounts of debt, and who behaves decently more than 75% of the time. That points to tremendous drive,...