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But then it strikes me: This is my only chance.
My one and only chance to find that endorphin high that makes getting through the rest of the morning a little easier.
My only chance to greet my friends, to have a humanity-restoring dose - however brief - of community.
I see it in my fellow Crossfitters' eyes, too.
In my fellow Crossfitting moms' eyes: This is my only chance to work on me before everyone else's needs take over.
In the eyes of those of us who were poster children for participation trophies: This is my chance to be an athlete!
In the eyes of my Crossfitting friends who won't let a bum knee, or quirky shoulders, or even a prosthetic leg stop them from showing up: Today's my chance to work on everything else!
Under those unforgiving fluorescent lights in the early morning hours, we all lay waste to our potential excuses, clinging instead to the hope that the sweat and the reps drum back into our souls as we seize our chance.