You can spot a CrossFitter a mile away. Not by their physique, their head to toe Reebok outfit or their collection of quirky knee socks, but by the plethora of injuries on proud display.
On any given day about 40% of my body is a green-y shade of purple. Shins, clavicle, sternum, shoulders, quads, hands, ankles.
I PR’d my deadlift, I forgot my wod socks and climbed the rope anyway, I dropped a barbell on my shoulder during an epic snatch fail, I finally found my brush on the clean, I misjudged that 24” box, I wasn’t wearing sleeves on sled pull day, it was death by pull-ups yesterday and i’m still mastering the double under.
I remember my first ever callus. I took a picture and sent it to my coach. Yes!! We got one!!
Yeah, that’s right. I earned these bruises. I’m proud of each and every one. Badges of honor. Warrior wounds. Battle scars.
Do I have a boyfriend at home that beats me? No, I’m a CrossFitter. But thanks for your concern.
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