Okay, it's been awhile but I wanted to update you on crossfit, and yoga. Note: Blaving means to forcefully tell the truth. Crossfit is for psychotic masochists with OCD. It is essentially a bit of stretching, a series of Olympic lifts, jr high calisthenics and trying not to puke. Resulting in: groin pulls, popped hamstrings, back sprains, wrist injuries, shoulder injuries, and soreness past your core being into your bone marrow. It is the furthest thing from fitness and seems to be made for the pain, gain and sprain crowd. After stretching, which is a loose description as the 20-something's in class are loose enough to auto-fellate themselves (we've all been there). After 5 minutes of "stretching" there is a series of Olympic style lifts: Dead lift. Which is the lift that makes people over 50 poop a little. Front Jerk Lift. Which is not the guy who wears doll clothes and sits in the lobby soaked with hideous man-sweat admiring his physiology. It is the deadl
From my Dad, who can fracture an "ism" with the best of them: "You can lead a horse to water but that is water under the bridge."