I have been thinking about Crossfit all day. I'm just a few chapters in to Learning to Breathe Fire, and I've just finished reading about Nasty Girls and watching the video.

This book fans the flames of a fire that was burning since I finished my first WOD. Herz writes, "...He also encountered the binary response that people have when they see or try Crossfit. Some people get the lightning bolt: this is what I've been looking for! The rest think it's a sign of mental illness." I am definitely one of the lightning bolters.

I want this.

I want this in a deep, essential part of myself.

I want this power, I want this strength, I want this primal experience.

I want this enough to get out of bed at 4:50am.

I want this enough that I'm willing to face running--something that shames me--and jumping--something that scares me--every time I go.

I want this enough to try--and fail--with people watching.

I want this enough to be stiff and sore every single minute of the next day. Every single minute, period.

I want this enough to work my ass off for it.

I want this enough to change everything for it.