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.

3 comments:

Chic Coles said...

oh no are you all right?

Haley said...

Close--my husband owns CrossFit Addiction in Kennesaw. www.crossfitaddiction.com. He knows T-Rex pretty well, and we definitely know Kath Knox--who doesn't?!? :) I've definitely gotten quite a few bruises from the bar, but luckily, I've avoided the face. Just did CrossFit Total today so I'm on a lifting high. Hope your paleo challenge is going well. I'm actually jealous you get to do the bod pod and blood tests!

Kristin said...

I have a little knot that looks like a zit (shoot, could be both) but I'm fine. :)