so... i joined a cult

carl669 went on a bit of a rant said
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before i moved back to chicago, a couple seattle friends told me about a cult they’d been in for a couple years. they said it was very supportive and every year, there was a large party starting in february that occurred every weekend for 5 weeks. i thought, this sound like fun. i mean, it’s just a cult, what could i possibly lose?

so, after moving back to chicago and getting settled in a little, i started exploring the cult’s outposts in my area. i chose one of them and visited. i spoke to one of the outpost’s leaders about how things worked and decided to give it a try. the cult didn’t require much from me. just a small monthly tithing and i could go there as often or as little as i liked. when i did go, i was required to work. luckily, that work was not monotonous. every time i went, there was different work to do. it kept things fresh and relatively enjoyable.

so yeah, i’m talking about the cult of crossfit. been doing it for just about 6 weeks now. every workout kicks my ass. every. single. fucking. one. but, if you’d told me 2 months ago that i’d be doing the 17.1 workout (150 dumbbell snatches, 75 burpees, 75 box jumps), i would have laughed at you. if i’d actually tried doing the 17.1 workout 2 months ago, i most likely would have died (figuratively) half way through. but today, i actually did it in 19:29 (scaled). and, i didn’t puke. fuck yeah!

any other crossfittin mehricans out there?