
To the outside world, crossfitters are just a bunch of weirdos with a love/hate relationship with those "jumpy push-up things."
For the first time in over a month, your co-workers don't have to hear about the Crossfit Open. They don't have to hear about your scores or be the open ear as you plan out and over-analyze your WOD strategies. Tammy from accounts receivable was only offering donuts to be polite. She didn't need to know you were re-doing 20.2 for the 4th time because your jump rope kept breaking, and she thought "dubs" had something to do with foreign film.
Gary in logistics was a high school football stud. Your clean and jerks in 20.4 remind of his glory days and he feels a bit threatened Katrin Davidsdottir threw more weight than he ever did, all while looking like his cheerleader ex-girlfriend. He hasn't talked to Candice since the high school reunion.
Your boss is beside himself knowing you'll actually be productive Thursday afternoon, instead of trying to figure out what, if any, hidden meaning is behind the picture David Castro posted on Instagram. It's a fork! It's a spoon! In Latin, spoon is "dicula" because this was a "dicula" move! Either way, your report on the Jennings diagnostic account isn't getting finished "dicula" and "furca"-ing around.
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