"An occasion when many members of an extended family get together. Sometimes reunions are held regularly, for example on the same date of every year."
However, it happens more often in the CrossFit culture. Every day almost kinda feels that way, every workout an activity to strengthen bonds that have been lost overnight or over a weekend.
As we perform more often together, CrossFit is the binding element that is common ground.
Blood, sweat, and tears - not all the time, and definitely not in that order - although it can happen if one chooses that path.
With each pull-up, with each strict press - classes came together last night. I never see someone rushing out the door, unless they got some place to go, and even then not all the time, without someone else giving them a high five, a handshake, a hug or some form of positive comment.
You see, CrossFit takes a certain kind of person to put themselves through this.
It has a certain calling, a beckoning. It has no bias, it plays to the strong and the weak. The playing field is even for all.
The atmosphere calls you back, the challenge provides excitement, anxiety, and the like. But the people provide a non-quantitative element that is similar to a huge friggin' magnet.
"...similar to a huge friggin' magnet."
The process of your first class is only as daunting as your mind makes it. The process of every class is only as daunting as your mind makes it.
The ability to get a movement is your own, through hard work and determination - for instance, those nasty double-unders that you may work day in and day out - patience grasshopper, your time will come, continue working on it.
The class will be there to support you, heck the community will be there to support you. It's like AA on steroids - and accountability is something that people aren't shy about here.
Back to the family atmosphere:
These are my peeps, not only them, because there are a multitude of people that I can't squeeze into this one picture because of the guy laying on the floor.
Our reunions aren't once a year, they are once a night, we have the opportunity to laugh, cry, or get angry together. We get frustrated together and we support each other together because our mid-lines are stable like pillars holding up a bridge - together.
So my family re-union just quadrupled in size. . .
What can I say, we need a bigger venue sometimes :)
A stellar week, phenomenal accomplishments, and our family just keeps getting bigger.
"Call it a clan, call it a network, call it a tribe, call it a family. Whatever you call it, whoever you are, you need one."
- Jane Howard
-Coach Tony
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