There’s this workout in Crossfit called the Filthy Fifty. There are very clear reasons it’s not called the clean fifty. In fact, I’d venture to guess it could be called the disgusting, horrific, kill-me fifty. But, that’s not the point.
The point is, I did it.
Growing up, I was the kid who was always picked last in PE class, consistently the smallest one in the room. I never thought I’d be capable of completing a task like this, and I just did.
Feeling strong, feeling amazing. Feeling like I am capable of anything I want, and everything I dream.