Jul 29
I leave the coal mine at 6:30 p.m. and lumber to the gym, where a bunch of tools are finishing up a CrossFit class. CrossFit is this new thing where you run in circles and lay on the floor and jump up and down while someone yells at you and it basically seems like the worst thing in the world. And people pay for this! There are suckers born every minute. Suckers who, unlike me, enjoy being challenged in the gym.
And then the class lets out because I’m in the locker room and these guys come in and they’re all sweaty and grunty and I’m like, Congratulations, you are all MANLY MEN!
I’m not supporting Crossfit because I don’t care but my supervisor does it and she is 5′4 and could kill me with her pinky finger.
You should try it, Toby. I’ve been doing it for a while and you can do the workouts on your own (for free!). Check out the workout of the day on the Crossfit site.
Ugh. There’s one of them there crossfit places a few blocks from my house. I live in central Texas, where it is 150* everyday, but that don’t stop a bunch of fools from being abused in an OPEN AIR gym. Imagine being forced to do your cardio at the local Bikram yoga studio, and you get the idea.
So it is like cross training combined with a boot camp work out, cause my small town lacks such innovation workout techniques.
You know, everyone says I should try it out, but it looks hard.
I do Crossfit and once I learn how to do a pull up correctly, I will totally vouch for it. My gym has a free class Saturdays if you want to come. I’ll even bump chests afterwards and give you a high five.