I've been at CFNA for a year and a half now. If I say it changed my life, that wouldn't be an exaggeration. In my life I've done lots of athletics: gymnastics, soccer, softball, cheerleading, tennis, a brief terrible stint at ballet. But nothing quite like CrossFit. In fact, when a couple friends and my husband starting I told them they were LUNATICS. But they kept after me. Finally, I agreed to go because Brent Johnston promised me a Chicken Biscuit from Chik Fil A. Yes, I am food motivated. Honestly, it's been a uphill battle for me since day one. I've never lifted, could barely run 200 meters, hadn't been on a bar since gymnastics in elementary school. I believe it was once said I may have been the weakest person to ever walk in the door. But all that has never mattered. I've gotten the same instruction and attention as those lifting ten times as much as me. But for all the lifting I can do now and the skills I've mastered it all comes down to this: each day I walk in the door thinking I can never do this, but I do. CrossFit has taught me to never quit. I can do anything. And that transcends fitness.