No competition angst, no one cheering, no competitors. It was just me and the lonely 20" box.
And then the fear set in. And it never left.
One year ago this week I stepped through the doors of Crossfit for my initial meet and greet with Lebby (I know, lucky girl). I had heard about it, but really didn't know what the heck it was. Since then, as many have happily or reluctantly heard, I have discovered something that I never knew … Continue reading Last Place is still crossing the Finish Line.
Nothing like a little friendly competition to get the blood moving. Friendly. Damnit. I'm a competitive person. Call it growing up in a large family with lots of older male siblings, I don't know. But, when the Team WoD's come around, I show up. The gloves come off in my head, and I'm in it … Continue reading Friday Night Fights