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I came into CrossFit as an adult to get rid of my pancake ass. I certainly wasn’t looking to kick any.
But here I was a year into it, 16 pounds heavier, and competing in an event that requires coordination, athleticism, and gumption. I had to be coaxed into it, but I was loving it. Something about the Open forced me to huck my entire soul into the weekly prescribed workouts. And going full tilt in a workout, in a competitive space – putting yourself fully out there – is exhausting, exhilarating, and awful in a way I can’t quite describe. It’s addictive. And as I stared at the prescribed workout on Tuesday, I felt unspeakably sad that it was all going to end, that I was going to have to drop out.Read the rest of the story here.
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