CrossFit is like a plane crash…

An article written by Lauren Plumey the owner of Shoreline CrossFit in CT and former Games competitor:

A plane crash…that’s what CrossFit was once compared to.

Surviving a plane crash together, and feeling closer because of it.  I couldn’t agree with it more.  We suffer together daily.  It doesn’t matter if you lift more weight to me, if I do handstand push-ups on the wall and you do them on the box; if I run a nine minute mile and you run it in five…it’s all the same.  It’s just is bad for all of us, assuming that we all work at maximum intensity.

And I’ve been in CrossFit gyms around the country...almost everyone works at maximum intensity…

It’s this suffering that brings us closer together.  I know what you go through.  You know what I go through.  You feel what I feel.  I feel what you feel.  It doesn’t matter that I’m a teacher and you’re a hairdresser.  It doesn’t matter that you were a D-1 soccer player, and I was on yearbook.  So what that you graduated in 1970 and I was yet a twinkle in my mother’s eyes?  We all feel the same for that single hour a day on NE Industrial Drive.

Yesterday, I had to deal with a mess that was me getting a passport with my married last name on it for my trip to Mexico next week.  I found an Online service that is going to get me a passport which reads, “Plumey” by Monday.  At first, I was nervous about sending all of my information to a stranger.  Then, we spoke on the telephone.  He repeated my information:  Name, phone number, birthdate, etc, etc, EMAIL~~Lauren@shorelinecrossfit.com…

Passport-maker Man: “CrossFit?!?!?  You CrossFit!?!?”

Me: Yes!  I own one in Branford, CT

Passport-maker Man: “Oh my God!  I CrossFit in Jersey.  It’s the best!”

Suddenly, I trusted him more with my social security number and my original copy of my marriage license.  Call me crazy...maybe he’ll take me for everything I’ve got.

But chances are, we’ve survived the same plane crash together, and I can trust him…