Then the most incredible thing happened.

The most incredible thing happened at my gym last week.

It was an 8pm workout on a Monday night.  I had come straight from a busy day at work, and dragged myself there somewhat begrudgingly.  It was cold, it was windy, it was snowy.  I hadn’t eaten dinner yet and the assigned workout did not play to my strengths.  My couch was calling my name.

I went through the warm-up, some burpees and duck-walks and bear crawls, all things I love to hate.  Onto mobility.  Shoulder mobility.  The majority in attendance took their pullup bands to the main rig to begin going through the drills.  Myself and two others ended up on the other side of the gym, away from the group.

“Do you blog for Momstown?” she said.

I turned my head to see a friendly face that I didn’t recognize.  “Yes I do” I replied, “how do you know that?”

“I’ve been following your blog.  In fact, you’re one of the main reasons I decided to come here.”

You should’ve seen my face.  I was shocked and floored and flattered all rolled into one.  She went on to explain that she’s been reading my blog regularly and since I blog about Crossfit often, okay very often, she wanted to try it herself.

“I thought to myself, she’s a mom, she works, and she can do this stuff.  So can I!” she said.

So there you have it.  All this time I’ve been writing… all 82 posts… all those should-I-publish-this or shouldn’t-I-publish-this moments were worth it.  Because it made a positive effect.  It did some good.  It helped someone.  I’ve been writing this blog because I love to write, I love to share my views, I love to see the feedback.  I love the encouragement and the criticism and the debate.

Then the most incredible thing happened.


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