As I’m fumbling through my 6th set of kipping pull ups, what began as a seamless fluid movement is beginning to resemble more of a flapping fish out of water.
There’s beast-like grunting and groaning behind me as 300lbs of barbell comes crashing down from overhead to floor with an almighty bang and what felt like a small earthquake.
I’m watching the guy next to me circle his territory on the rig, eagle eyeing his surroundings to ensure we all know that's his spot and when he returns from the bathroom it had better still be his spot.
Some guy in the corner is taking his 30 day paleo challenge a touch too far, tearing into a bag of beef jerky like a vicious wolf attack.
There are kangaroo bounce box jumps on my left and bear crawls on my right.
No, I did not take a wrong turn into a the wild this morning. This is CrossFit.
RAWRRRR!!
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