Yes I drank the crossfit kool-aid. I straight chugged that shit. Like Chelsea McAdams in a milk chugging contest or Brett anchoring in a boat race with Rainier. It tastes so damn good I can't get enough of it. I went in thinking it'd be a good way to get into better shape over the summer, but now i'm praying the price doesn't go up and suck out all my college funds. I just love the feeling of a shirt drenched in sweat, the inability of muscle usage after being worked so hard, and let's not forget the calluses the size of quarters being ripped off my hands during pull-ups. There's a reason they call me crazy and i'd like to embrace it. It is what I am and crossfit makes me feel like there are other folks with the same crazy workout goals as myself.
There's no going back now. I'm addicted.. I may even use the word dependent if it was such a thing without the presence of withdrawal symptoms. You gotta choose your avocations wisely.. and if i'm gonna be attached to something i'd rather it be crossfit than something like clothes or materialized things. I could go without the convenience contemporary reliance on technology brings. I've broken my phone, ipod, and my stereo was stolen.. and although i'm not constantly enertained with music and pretty much outside the circle of communication..i'm enjoying it. I can actually let my thoughts do a 180 without distractions and see where they end up. It's kinda nice to see what's going on inside this big head of mine, and feeling closer to the world and not just in it is something only simplicity can unfold.
