|Here's our team. I was just cheering at this event. Now I'm dumb enough to attempt to train with them.|
So I decided to join my gym’s affiliate team, the Black Sheep. Aptly named since our gym is only a couple of years old, and we are outsiders from some tiny little town in Southern Utah who have a long way to go from “weak little black sheep.” Baaa, baaa. Crossfitters have their own celebrities--names that make other crossfitters go oooh, aaaah—and we are not among those elite. We are “up and comers,” a team “under construction.” We are having a “building year.” (A team of air quotes.) Some of the people on our team are pretty amazing though, and I think they could join the celebrity ranks. My trainer, Robin Lyons, may already be in those ranks. Have you ever heard her name at a cocktail party?
The affiliate team is made up of three men and three women who compete against other teams at Crossfit events. Don’t worry, I’m not delusional. I’m not planning on actually being one of the members of the six-person team. I am an emergency-only alternate at best, and really just someone who is willing to work out with the team and try to take it up a level. For me for now, that will mean two extra workouts a week and a sweatshirt with a sheep on it.