Dan Edelman visits the CrossFit Kids Gauntlet and finds the missing link between fitness and the zombie apocalypse.
My mind zeroed out the moment I was asked to write a piece on the second CrossFit Kids Gauntlet, which went down at the Los Angeles Fitness Expo on Jan. 28 and 29.
I didn’t panic, mostly because I didn’t have the time or energy to spare. See, I consider my prime mission for CrossFit Kids to be communicating the substance and significance of the program to the CrossFit community (and beyond), but this weekend my main job was to help ensure that the Gauntlet ran as smoothly—and above all safely—as possible. I am lucky and honored to be working among great people, so my work was easy, if seemingly non-stop.
By all accounts, the competition was a success, and at the end of Day 2, we were adrift in that exhilarated state of exhaustion that comes after completing what we believe is essentially a good thing. And I was story-less. But not for lack of potential topics.
So I made my way home, thoughts tangling on the rocks of responsibility at home and CrossFit Brand X. And then, driving beneath the pastel Popsicle light of the westering sun, a story shambled out of the muck: Zombies.