This Is Me

This is me. I CrossFit.

I do something that most people do not. Most people (especially women, it seems) do not pick up a barbell or a kettlebell on most days. Or climb a rope. Or flip themselves inverted on the rings. Heck, most people do not even do sit-ups, or real honest-to-God straight plank chest-to-deck push-ups.

But I do.

I push myself each day to the edges that many people cannot, and that most people will not. I go deep into the pain, into some kind of darkness, some sort of purgatory for my life, and I emerge again, renewed and ready to face the world. More than ready to face the world. Ready to tear up the world and make it mine. Set myself on fire. Become who I always wanted to be.

I say these things not to congratulate myself. I know they sound pompous. Perhaps I am pompous. But I am also proud. Because I don’t have to do these things, I don’t have to push myself to accomplishment, I don’t have to cheer others to their accomplishments . . . but I do. Because I can. Because I have to. Because maybe, in some small way, it helps. Life is hard enough and so we have to be harder in order to survive. And maybe we have to be kinder in order to thrive.

I don’t know. I don’t have the answers.

But I do know this:

This is me. I CrossFit. Hello.


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