A few months ago, I sent an email to a couple friends from high school about planning a trip together sometime this spring or summer–the year all of us turn 40.  We bounced around a few ideas about things to do or places to go, and I thought we’d go on a hiking trip for a few days on the AT, but one in our group broke his leg in a couple places after he followed my lead in jumping through a bonfire at his Halloween party the…

Right now, I can barely move my upper body, because I decided to visit a grand opening event a couple miles from our house for a Crossfit gym, mainly because the flyer said there’d be BBQ and popsicles.  Like anyone else who’s got a Facebook or Instagram account, I’d heard of it (as in “I was sick of the bragging about one’s workouts and perceived cult membership”).  My lone experience with this form of exercising came in 2007 while deployed to Balad, Iraq.  My shoulders were so badly…