The CrossFit Diaries

The CrossFit Diaries

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By Michael A. Stusser

Dogs are barking wildly at the doggy day care next door as I peer into the CrossFit West Seattle gym. Inside there is what looks like a deranged beefcake’s mad laboratory: indecipherable scrawlings on a whiteboard mixed with military flags, ropes and metal bars of all kinds, punching bags, dumbbells, and a black plastic floor that could just as easily catch pig guts as blood, sweat, and tears. Then there is the music—thumping Metallica crotch-rock.


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