Dear CrossFit, A Long Day In The Box On The Shortest Day Of The Year

Winter arrived today in Cleveland. The Mayans may have missed the mark everywhere else, but they were spot on here. Snow and rain are blowing sideways, hard, coming off Lake Erie and blowing between the buildings. Maybe driving to the box would have been a good idea today. Our Coach is a zombie-freak. So today we had an End of Days WOD, or should I say four WODs. First there was endurance (e.g., run a mile to get away from the zombies that are chasing you), then we had picking up heavy stuff (e.g., get your stuff so the zombies don’t get it), then we had burying your dead (lift more heavy stuff in shovel like movements), and then we had ritualistic dancing to the Gods (e.g., Fran, Karen). When I saw this on the board I thought the coach was joking. He wasn’t. When I got to the box I was the only one there. I thought I’d be the only one to show up for this suffer-fest. I wasn’t. High noon approached, though there was not even a hint of sun leaking over the southern horizon to indicate this fact, and the box filled up. Athletes girded their loins, sucked it up, and started to suffer. I really wanted to whine, really wanted to complain. But the business-like “let’s get this over with” attitude of the other athletes, and the “don’t even think of dogging it” demeanor of the coach stopped the whining before it started. I think this was the longest WOD in the box yet, and it was held on the shortest day of the year, and on what was supposed to be the end of the world. Although my thighs are certain the world ended, or at least are wishing that the world would end soon, apparently the world, life, and WODding will go on. The most amazing thing today was watching a guy cut his Fran time from 12:38 (which he did on his first day at the box a few months ago) to 6:09. He did Fran in less than half as long as he did that first day. I knew if he came back after doing Fran the first day he’d be good at this. He came back, and he’s kept coming back, and today he kicked some Zombie *ss. So, in fact, it was the end of days, for the zombies, who better think twice before approaching CTown CrossFit ever again. I wonder what tomorrow’s WOD will be…