My friend and fellow playwright, Ben Kawaller, writes hilariously on the dangerous idiocy that is Crossfit.

Sample choice line (one among many):

At one point he barked at me, “This is CrossFit, not art class!” Derision being the key to my heart, I took this as a clear sign that he was in love with me.

Too naturally skeptical to join a cult, I never did Crossfit. But I did do Beach Body Fitness, and so thoroughly janked my right arm doing pull-ups at ultra-speed as instructed that, six years later, it’s still not quite right. So, yeah, people might occasionally shit in the shower at my gym, but otherwise I can leave there unharmed.

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