A few months ago Billy and I started doing CrossFit together. I know, I know…CrossFit. Go on and make your jokes about how it’s a cult and blah, blah, blah.
Here’s the deal, though. I like it. I mean, I REALLY like it. We both really like it. Ya know what keeps me coming back every week? Hint, hint: It’s not the burpees because those things will suck the soul right out from your body. The people. The people are what keep me coming back.
And since the world hasn’t quite gotten behind me on my quest to make everyone wear name tags all the time here is how I cheat. Of course I cheat like this – you people know me.
Everyday at CrossFit I endeavor to learn one more person’s name and something about them. Then, when they aren’t looking, I write it down. So, the next time I go in I can be all like:
“Hey Keith! Have you recovered from that Dr Who convention? How are the kids doing?”
And for some reason, knowing people makes me actually want to go to class. I assume it’s an extrovert thing? Yeah for extroverts!
Hey Internet, Don’t tell CrossFit I do this. It would probably creep them out.
See! Nothing creepy about it. Just a way to make me want to go to class.
Also, maybe I should have been a detective because look at all this info! If I was a detective Billy could call me Gumshoe as a pet name - like in my favorite KDrama.
Ya know when this becomes problematic? When I forget what the abbreviations mean. Look at Brandy up there – see the UF! by her name? No clue what it means. Florida fan? Who knows. Chad with the MJ story…Nope, don’t remember the story at all.
Oh, well. I’m going to class aren’t I? What more do you people want from me? Please don’t say more Burpees.
Here’s the thing: I can’t do everything that everyone else can do. It’s hard not to feel like dead weight – like I’m bringing the team down because I’m not as far along as everyone else in ye olde fitness department.
But, I can show up on time, I can listen to the instructors, and dang it I can know people’s names.
And we’ll work on the Burpees.