Monday, January 24, 2011
I walked into a bar
You know the jokes, "A priest and a rabbi walk into a bar." Well, I walked into a bar. Literally. At CrossFit this morning, I clearly wasn't paying attention, and walked smack into a bar that was moved down low in between the pullup bars. Hit right in the middle of my
forefivehead, and made a nice loud sound for all to hear. I blame it on it being 6:45am and freezing. And, I thank God I was blessed with one heckuva skull. It hurt my pride more than my head.