If you’re unfamiliar with CrossFit, let me bring you up to speed. If you regularly read my blog and have no idea what I’m actually talking about 90 percent of the time, this one’s for you. (Also, what the hell? Pay attention, okay?)
The bright lights overwhelm you. The familiar smell of chlorine fills your nostrils as you listen to the barely audible sound of water lapping against the gutters. You quickly survey the landscape, taking note of your team, the competition and any familiar faces in the stands. You take it all in, your home for the next 4 days. And it’s at that moment, when it hits you: Excitement, fear, anxiety all rolled into one sucker punch of emotion that makes you feel like you should run right back into the locker room because, at any moment, you might throw up.
No recipe today. Sorry. But I promise not to disappoint because we have a guest blogger. I love guest bloggers. How fun. And, for the first time in this blog’s history, it’s one of my family members. Readers, meet my (bamfy) grandmother (she’s on the right)! They say the apple doesn’t fall far from the tree, and it’s true. I inherited many things from Grandma Lorraine. Her name, her dark hair and ivory skin, her strength, and maybe even some of her kitchen skillz. But most of all, I inherited a special grace with words, and with that, the ability to move people.