“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