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It’s My WOD and I’ll Cry if I Want To

“Why don’t you just stop for now?” Gustavo was practically pleading with me this morning.

“No,” I sniffled and growled. “I’m not going to not finish.” (For some reason, when emotional, I default to double-negatives.)

I rubbed my palms against my eyes to remove the tears, took a deep breath, and stepped under the bar.  Continue reading It’s My WOD and I’ll Cry if I Want To