How (Not) to Break Up With Your CrossFit Box

I didn’t join CrossFit for the community. I joined CrossFit in spite of the community. As an incredibly shy, textbook-case introvert, the last thing I was wanted was to be surrounded by sweaty, grunting, shirtless people while I was trying to undergo a life change ....more

CrossFit Upheaval

Upheaval. The first time I drove by the sign for CrossFit Upheaval, I couldn’t help but smile. It was the first box I had spotted in my new neighborhood, and at the time, my life was certainly in upheaval ....more

CrossFit, Bitches.

I’ve tried. I really have. I’ve tried to find a way to exercise other than CrossFit ....more

Lone Star Strong

It’s been over two months since my last blog post. When Mr. C. and I decided to relocate from Nashville to Austin (like stopped talking about it, put in notice at work and really decided),...more

Last One Working

After two years of CrossFit, in a noisy, crowded box, watching my sweat drip off my nose and onto the floor – I finally reached my breaking point. It came after 800m of running, 72 thrusters and 69 burpees*. I’d decided to participate in the Music City Box League, a team competition where we go head to head with other local boxes once a week ....more

CrossFit Confessions

I love CrossFit. I think one of the reasons it’s so effective and so life-changing is that we put our trust in the programming. We drink the Kool Aid ....more

The 2015 Easter Throwdown: Lesson Learned

I totally chickened out. It’s funny because I assumed I would sign up for the Talon Easter Throwdown as soon as registration opened. But I didn’t ....more

Stay With the Bar

Sweat is dripping off my nose and onto the barbell. The barbell. Sixty-five pounds that needs to be squatted and thrust above my head twelve more times ....more

The CrossFit Open: I Am What I Am

My main goal for the 2015 CrossFit Open was to enjoy the process. To remember how far I’ve come in the past year. To see the looks of surprise on the faces of my friends as they exceeded their own expectations ....more

A Girl Walks Into a Box…

Two years ago… …a girl walked into a Box. She was heavy and pale, wearing special-ordered XXL capris and clunky running shoes. Diet after diet had failed, so in a miserable, desperate leap of faith, she decided to do something different – start exercising, start moving - and figure out the food later ....more