A CrossFit Confession
Mea culpa maxima. My apologies for the intermission between posts. I have reasons for this abeyance so allow me to explain. One of my dearest friends in New York suddenly lost her sister. My own family has sustained enumerable medical exams. There have been squabbles in my own relationship about health. Caught in the middle and trying to stay above it all, I have been depressed. I mean like William Styron depressed. Per usual, I want no sympathy. Clinical depression is something I have worked with for decades and just until this past month, I had been moving along at a nice clip. Who knows what triggered this precipitious slip? That’s immaterial.

So a monkey and a bulldog stroll into a Japanese CrossFit…
Comment at your leisure. CLICK HERE to watch a monkey and a bulldog perform Tabata situps. Bulldogs preparing for box jumps.          

Field Hockey Try Outs, Summer 1988
As mentioned yesterday in Middle School Gym Class Circa 1987, my childhood was dedicated to the Wellesley Public School System’s Athletic Program. The most dreaded part of every academic year was summer tryouts for Field Hockey. In 8th Grade, we were warned that we would need to run a timed mile and have the skills of an Olympiad to even be considered a member of this elite squadron. Now, as an eighth grader this news hit me like a brick of walls. I took this warning to heart.

Middle School Gym Class Circa 1987
PART ONE 1987. Leg warmers were long gone. Guess tapered jeans with zippers were in.  The Golden Girls ruled Saturday TV and taught me all I needed to know about sex. ( I had a crush on Bea Arthur since her days on Maude and All in the Family- I am that tetchy). I was 13 and lived in a town ob

Do or Do Not. There is no try.
Please do not run for the door. I am going to briefly discuss twitter. I am a twitter junkie. I tweet a lot. (the transitive verb is “tweet” not “twat”) Without getting into gratuitous detail, twitter has allowed me to connect internationally with experts on just about any topic that tickles my fancy. I tweet with a great Alfred Hitchcock expert, I follow a gaggle of literature buffs, I follow Jerry Remy, I tweet with social media gurus and I am personally followed by Kirstie Alley. (Brushing off my shoulders here). One of the best things about Twitter is how I have used it to follow any and all discourse on CrossFit across the country