Dave Reuss, February 2012

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Tuesday, February 28, 2012 - 1:19pm Dave Reuss

Your lungs pump diesel exhaust, and your legs are just meat you’re trying to stand on.

It’s day one of the CrossFit Games. Around the world, 55,000 people are competing against you. Today’s workout is seven minutes of burpees, as many as you can. Just drop facedown on the ground, pop back up, then hop and slap a metal bar six inches above your head. That’s one rep. Collapse, then jump. Easy. “Over in Europe,” somebody says, “some guy just did 161.”

Group CrossFit

Packed into this converted garage, there are girls that warm up with your max, and guys that max with your car. High ceilings, no mirrors, stacks of weights, piles of medicine balls, and an average of 7% body fat. The room is hot with bodies, and there’s that fried chicken smell of sweat, pumped through industrial air conditioners, mixed with the smell of week-old snow bank coming in from the open garage door. Six people compete at a time, and the other 30 people cheer. Some yell encouragement, some just yell. The stereo is up so loud, it’s hard to tell what song is playing.

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