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.
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oh no are you all right?
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!
I have a little knot that looks like a zit (shoot, could be both) but I'm fine. :)
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