Ode to Carol

Excuse me while I deviate from the series.  This is more important.
One of the extraordinary things about RFM is it's members. CrossFit can break you however there is always someone there to help pick you up. My person is Carol.

My first day in regular class she was nice enough to let me work with her on my squats. She was patient, encouraging & helpful. She kept me from getting down on myself, helping me push harder. I liked her instantly, but it was that evening when I stumbled upon her blog. I loved her raw honesty. I respected her all the more because of it.

I remember her saying that she at times lacks the motivation to come to class. I know exactly how she feels. She was on vacation & took a week off. So when I saw her getting out of her car I literally yelled at the Kevin on the phone, "Holy crap, Carol's here. YAY! I gotta go!" Hung up, ran across the street to say hi. Now, every single time I see her I yell her name out.  I get so psyched...Yes, I have a hetero-girl crush on her. Not that there's anything wrong with that. I'll leave the butt smacking to Lori just in case.....

Behind that smile is a fierce athlete with a beastly yell. That would make children cry & small animals run for the hills. It is that kind of drive that pushes someone like me to be better.

Yesterday, I knew she wanted to walk but I didn't want her to. I fought for every step just to catch up. I figured that if WE ran together we'd be stronger than apart. Plus, sharing your misery with someone else makes it easier.

She may say I inspire her but it is the other way around.

Carol, just so you know, every single time we are in class I will push you past uncomfortable because I know when I do: WE are capable of doing amazing things.
Until the next time....

Blog ya later,

Kathy