Here's to good questions and yes..me too..I really am a CrossFitter!

I wasn't going to post today but I had a good question emailed to me so I felt like I wanted to address it. Its in reference to my post giving Ray Lewis kudos but questioning maybe if I didn't say a few negative things about athletes? Clearly someone who doesn't know me at all but for what it's worth.
I was married to an ex-professional athlete for 10 years. I watched my husband struggle with substance abuse amongst other issues and even after we divorced his struggles continued. Without getting into details-he is my sons Father and I often wished that his own Father, former NFL player, former collegiate athlete could have been a better role model. I am blessed  and feel thankful to the good role models my son did have and I am so happy and lucky he turned out as well as he did and I am sad for the way my ex-husbands life turned out. I honestly do not believe that all athletes have issues. That was not my point. My point was to give KUDOS to a great man Ray Lewis. 

I will leave my post with this- read this today-Love CrossFit Lisbeth-I don't know that I need to say much more to it but I think I have a few friends who can really appreciate this!
Words and pic courtesy of CrossFit Lisbeth. 

I don’t own wristwraps. Or socks with sayings on them. Or any compression gear. I have no tattoos and I’ve never puked from a workout. (Came close! But never actually did the deed.)
Some people might look at me and think I’m not a CrossFitter.
I’ve finished first in a WOD only a handful of times – well, other than when I work out alone. (Then, I ROCK that shit. First place all the time, baby!)
Some people might think I’m not a “real” CrossFitter.
I don’t obsess about who lifts the most or who can do the most muscle-ups or who can walk on their hands. But I care a whole lot about who has a big heart, who cheers the others on, and who brings the coach a coffee when she knows he’s having a bad day.
I go as hard as I can, for me, every single day. If we’re not front squatting or overhead squatting, though, I’m working a goat. I have many, many goats. I have so many goats, it’s like a f#cking herd. I should have a staff and a horn.
Today’s results may not be as good as yesterday’s, but they might be better than tomorrow’s. I really can’t predict anything. Sometimes I surprise myself with how strong I am, and sometimes I disappoint myself with how weak I am. Some mornings, my body just can’t handle too many pull-ups, and I have to resort to ring rows. But my effort never flags. It’s always there. I’m here to give, and give some more — and when I don’t think I can keep going, somehow I do. My head and my heart don’t know how to quit. My pedal is not just to the metal but I’m redlining the shit out of this puppy, even if I’m at the back of the pack. If the wheels don’t come off and I don’t crash, it’s going to be a hell of a day.
Oh yeah. I really am a CrossFitter.