"How’s the gym?"

I’ve been way more absent than usual lately. 
Most of you know (or maybe you don’t) that back in August, I was extremely fortunate to become the owner of my own CrossFit box, CrossFit 3600.

Since then, my life feels like it’s been on warp-speed. Seriously. My days blend into nights and I’m always working. It’s the best job I’ve ever had.

That’s not to say it isn’t without its stresses. 
Most days, things are perfect and everything is going exactly how I want them to. The WOD that I’ve programmed is awesome, my marketing plan is going great, and I get 5 new members. 
Other days, it’s a shit show and I can’t even hear the words, “how’s the gym?” without completely losing it.
I work 80 hours a week (108 hours last week, actually) to avoid working 40 hours a week and it’s definitely the best decision I’ve ever made.

I am incredibly lucky that I have really great athletes so far that make my blessings far outweigh my burdens. Any time I’m stressed out, one of them manages to come through and make my day. I look forward to going to work and seeing them everyday, which is the bomb.com.

Guess who didn’t just finish Filthy Fifty?

That being said, I miss blogging a ton. I’m always coming up with ideas about things I want to share with the readers who follow Eat.Pray.WOD and I’ve been missing out. So I made a schedule and I’m hoping to keep to it all December and well into the new year. 
Because I miss writing all the things and having you read all the things. 

SO! If there’s something that you specifically want my opinion/musings on (CF related or not), shoot me an email eatpraywod[at]gmail[dot]com. 
Can’t wait to hear from you! 

A Word About Feminism

Feminism is getting a really bad rep these days. 

For some reason, I keep seeing women talking about being “anti-feminists” because “they don’t believe they should have to hate men” or “they don’t think women deserve special rights to put them above men” or because they “don’t think it’s okay to be a hate mongering asshole”.

Weird. Because I agree with all those things and I am, indeed, a feminist. 


1. I would love and respect my boyfriend, too. 2. I make my own decisions without being pressured. 3. I enjoy makeup and like feeling pretty. Also, I don’t need to be superior to men. I want to be equal.
“I need to be partnered”–Which is exactly why we should be equal.


So when people say this ridiculous shit, I channel my inner Inigo and say “I do not think that word means what you think it means.”

Imagine a world where there was actually a whole movement dedicated to equality of the sexes…oh wait.
Rights that you would, quite literally, not have without the feminist movement.



So here’s the skinny (strong?) about feminism:
It just means being equal. It means believing that a woman’s life is worth the same as a man’s life. 
I mean, I think we should all agree to that, right?

What feminism doesn’t mean:
Feminism DOESN’T MEAN you hate men. (uh, obvs, I’m a man lover over here).
Feminism DOESN’T MEAN you get special consideration. (Uh, because if you got special consideration, you’re not equal. See?)
Feminism DOESN’T MEAN you’re a hate mongering asshole. (I mean, you might be. But that doesn’t make you a feminist.)

IT JUST MEANS YOU WANT THE SEXES TO BE EQUAL. 

Herein lies the problem. A lot of women (and men) have become so accustomed to today’s lifestyle, they don’t really realize the part that feminism has played in where we are socially. 

Like, without strong women and men who supported equality of the sexes, a woman would still be considered a man’s property.

Without strong women and men who supported equality of the sexes, women would not be allowed to go to school.

Without strong women and men who supported equality of the sexes, women would not be so much as CLOSE to a computer, much less able to create a meme of their own image holding a sign declaring why they’re “anti-feminist”. 

See where I’m going with this?

So stop it. Stop holding women back and telling us to get back in the kitchen, take off our shoes and get knocked up already. 

Stop telling little girls that they can’t be strong or that they can’t be whatever-the-hell they want to be-whether it’s an astronaut, a stay at home mama, or a crossfit affiliate owner– because they freakin’ can. 

Stop telling girls that when men mistreat them on the street they should just “ignore it” or when a man yells some obscene thing at them that they should “take it as a compliment”. 

STOP. 

Your girls and your women are worth more. They are worth every bit as much as everyone else. And they should know it. 
Because you should tell them. 
You should encourage them to be strong.

Encourage women AND men to love each other.
And protect EACH OTHER.
And lift EACH OTHER up. 

Because the only way our society gets any stronger is if we all get stronger together.

Allow me to reintroduce myself

It’s been kind of a long time since I told my story about how I came to CrossFit and what I found a long the way. There have been a huge number of people who have visited my blog (thanks!) and are probably like, “who the hell is this girl?” Additionally, it’s important to remind myself that things that are easy now were not always easy and to reflect on the progress I’ve made and look forward to the progress I will make. 

So let’s start at the beginning.

In case you didn’t know, I’m Aislinn. I am not 25 like my sidebar says (only because I haven’t had a chance to update it), I’m 26–soon to be 27–and I’ve been a crossfitter for just over 2 years. 

When I finally found CrossFit thanks to a glowing recommendation from my friend Jordan, I was terrified. I was 204 pounds at 5’2”. There was no freakin’ way I was gonna be able to do whatever the hell Julie Foucher and Annie Thorisdottir were doing on TV. Not a chance.

I found Red Stick CrossFit in July of 2012. I called and spoke with Andrew, the owner and head coach. Talked his ear off. Told him all my worries and fears and pretty much tried to convince him to convince me that I just couldn’t do CrossFit and if I tried, I would die. Didn’t work. 
Andrew assured me of two things: 
1. I could definitely do CrossFit
and
2. I’d pass out way before I died.

Like everyone else who started before me, I went in scared everyday and learned something new. I scaled everything. I couldn’t even lift the 35 pound bars. I was in awe of all the athletes around me doing seemingly undoable things. 
My goal? Get skinny.

In September of 2012, Red Stick CrossFit participated in Barbells for Boobs, a competition designed to raise money for mammograms for women in need. I reluctantly signed up to do it after Andrew and Lauren assured me that I could scale the work out (I was nowhere near a 95# clean yet!).

For the first time, in a LONG time, I actually felt like an athlete. In addition to all that, I got to experience the amazing community that is CrossFit outside of my box. All around me, people were cheering and encouraging competitors to get one more rep. Move a little faster. Work a little harder. 

As the months went on, my goals changed. I didn’t really care as much about how “skinny” I was or how much I weighed. My goals started shifting to how strong I was. I didn’t care about looks or size. I cared about getting a pull-up. I cared about increasing my deadlift. I cared about increasing the number on my barbell rather than decreasing the number on the scale.


Where I am now:

I’m no longer at Red Stick CrossFit (but it’s still my home box!). I’ve moved from Louisiana to Houston, Texas where I’ve opened my own box: CrossFit 3600. I could have never guessed that my life would take this turn but it’s been the most incredible journey.


There is nothing better than being able to help people reach their own fitness goals and help them impress themselves everyday. 



It’s also a blessing to be able to tell my athletes that I’ve been and could possibly still be in their shoes. Double unders are hard and no one likes burpees. 

But everyday, we get better and everyday is a more exciting day on this crazy journey.

It has been awhile!

Man, oh man. Updates on life:

I haven’t been getting to blog because I’ve been swamped with work at the new box. It is extremely rewarding and exciting. And that’s good because I spend 14-16 hours a day doing work for the box. Love it, but sometimes, this girl needs a nap–which cuts into my blogging time. 

Seriously. I need a nap. This is Mama Nancy, standing over me as I die after completing a Team Series workout. She’s actually really excited about it (the workout, not me dying).

Living at home with Mama Nancy and Daddy Carlos has been awesome. I LOVE IT. I really like not coming home to an empty house and spending time with my family. Mama Nancy claims she is dreaming of the day that I’ll get a place of my own (we all know she’s fibbing–she loves me being home, I think). 

Mama Nancy is not a fan that I get to go to work like this everyday. Things she also won’t do: touch my laundry. 


I was pretty terrified pre-move that I’d get here and have no friends because they’d all be busy living their own already established lives and doing their own thing. I’m thrilled that that is the case but they’ve been great at including me, too. 

Only one of the most fun times ever! Murder Mystery dinner. Murder in MargaritaLand!

Also, I’ve set a goal to post at least 3 times a week on here–mainly because I miss writing and mostly because I miss you. 

That’s all for now!

A HUGE, LIFE-CHANGING ANNOUNCEMENT!

All of you know by now that I moved back to Houston. 

My original plan was to move back here temporarily while I tried to get selected for Marine Officer Candidate School. Unfortunately, my family needs me right now in a way that I can’t provide if I’m at Quantico. So the move to Houston is permanent. 

Once I determined I’d be making a permanent move, I started looking for jobs. And job hunting sucks. It, in itself, is a full time job. I applied for approximately 19,481,020,181,391,003,484,930,310,320 jobs (give or take about 3) and was pretty much told I was either under qualified or over qualified for all of them. 

Bummer.


I was pretty down about it and Mama Nancy suggested I see about finding a possible part time gig as a CrossFit coach in the meantime. I answered a CraigsList ad looking for a coach and sure enough, got the job (YAY, ME!).

But that’s not the big announcement.

Shortly after I got the job, the owner operator of the box decided he no longer wanted to be a box owner and essentially walked away…leaving this awesome box and awesome members without an owner and a coach…

…so I bought it.

I’M A BOX OWNER,Y’ALL!

Now that everything is official and I have my affiliation, I can say that I am the proud owner and coach at CrossFit 3600 in Houston, Texas. I am honored and humbled to have such an incredible opportunity to help others in their fitness journey the way I have been helped. 



I will say, if you had asked me 3 years ago if this is what I’d be doing, I would have said, “HELL NO”. Of course, with any leap of faith and pursuit of passion, there will be nay-sayers and doubters who will tell you that you can’t reach your goals and that you can’t do the things you want. But all I have to say to that is, “watch me.” 

In just my 3 short weeks back in Texas I have connected with SO MANY PEOPLE who are interested in being healthy and living a fit lifestyle through CrossFit and I cannot wait to provide them with that opportunity and watch them grow.

If you’re in the Houston area, please feel free to come by and and drop in OR if you’re looking for a CrossFit family in Houston, come join ours! We’ve got plenty of room. 


Thank you so much everyone who has supported me through this journey and process and thank you in advance for all of your well-wishes and support. So far it has been 16 hour days in the gym, lots of programming, planning, working, cleaning toilets (!!!!), sweeping chalk, signing membership agreements, and seeing sweaty, smiling faces…and I love every single second of it.

“1 CrossFit workout takes 1 hour from start to finish. 3600 seconds. That’s all we need to change your life.” 

"but, like, what do you take?"

*I was compensated in the form of product for this review. All opinions are my own.

I get a lot of questions about what kind of supplements I take on a regular basis.

About two months ago, I would have told you that I don’t take any. I generally rely on regular foods to supplement my workouts. Also, I hate the way powdered product tastes. It’s either like drinking straight sugar water or drinking liquified chalk. Ew.

So when my friend Claudia asked me to try out ATP Mechanix, I was a little skeptical. She assured me that it was unflavored (and I’m thinking, “right, we all know that ‘unflavored’ means it tastes like crap”) and really good–it would help me focus and push through my workouts and then recover afterwards.

So I tried it. Skeptically.

And Claudia was right.

I used ATP Mechanix both pre and post workout and it was a great experience. Because it’s legit tasteless instead of the crappy “unflavored”, I mixed it with a little water and some flavoring from Target so I could make it taste the way I wanted it to. 

The pre-workout was what I was most concerned about, as I don’t want to be jittery or have my heart feel like it’s exploding out of my chest. And it was complete opposite of that. I felt very focused and direct, like I wasn’t going to stop until my workout stopped, instead of when I got tired. 

The post-workout was the bomb. I should note that I had actually taken a week off prior to coming back hard in the gym and I was pretty nervous about being so sore I couldn’t move…and that also wasn’t the case. While I was sore (duh), I wasn’t half as sore as I could have/should have been. I also felt like I got more restful sleep–as of late, my sleep patterns have kind of sucked with waking up at ridiculous times and tossing and turning. I didn’t have any of those problems while taking ATP Mechanix

I literally loved using the product and especially loved that the labels are in actual English. I can Google all the things on the label and actually figure out what they do–instead of having to read alternative names/figure out alternate pathways to figure out what I’m putting in my body. 


Each pouch is good for 30 days of supplementation and requires very small serving sizes. 

All comments have been disabled. If you’re interested in ATP Mechanix, please click HERE and say hi to Claudia! She’ll be happy to get you on the way to greater performance!

Burpee in Belize

There’s something about being in paradise that makes burpees just a little easier.
Belize. Sun and Sand CrossFit. Community. Vacation.  BURPEE IN BELIZE.

Ever thought about the ability to combine a dream come true vacation with your love of CrossFit?


Sun & Sand CrossFit, located in San Pedro, Ambergris Caye, Belize, has a ‘WOD in Paradise’ vacation that will satisfy your desires of snorkeling the crystal blue waters, exploring the Central American island and getting your daily CrossFit WOD.

Ambergris Caye is the largest island of Belize, located northeast of the country in the Caribbean Sea. For the second year in a row (2013 & 2014), Ambergris Caye is ranked the #1 Traveler’s Choice Island in the World, by TripAdvisor. This tranquil island offers many sites to explore, including the Blue Hole, Hol Chan Marine Reserve, and is home to the second largest barrier reef in the world.

Sun & Sand CrossFit, owned by two expat couples, includes four CrossFit Level I trainers, a custom built rig, private pool, massage therapist, and also provides smoothies with the availability of SFH and Progenex proteins.

This vacation package includes 6 nights, 7 days at a top beach resort, travel to and from the island from Belize City, daily breakfast, WODs at the box, a day catamaran sail with snorkeling and island hopping, drinks at local establishments, and a delicious Paleo dinner at a local restaurant.

Burpee In Belize provides the perfect combination of relaxation, fun, and fitness to make your vacation in Belize a memorable one. Want to plan a day to the mainland to explore the jungles, caves, or ruins? No problem, Sun & Sand can also assist in making those reservations.

Are you ready to explore a Caribbean island with fellow CrossFitters? 

Head on over to www.sunandsandcrossfitbelize.com for more information.

See you in Paradise!

Thank you SO much to Sun and Sand CrossFit  for allowing me to be a part of this awesome program. If you are interested in participating in Burpee in Belize, please click on any of the links above OR visit their button on the right hand sidebar. Comments for this post have been disabled. For any questions or if you’re interested in finding out how you can spend the most fun, most exciting week of your life in beautiful Belize, please head over to their website and say hi!

CrossFit Doesn’t Work

It doesn’t. 

I got a message from an acquaintance a few days ago in which she expressly told me that CrossFit doesn’t work. It just doesn’t.

Her message went something like this:
“I was so inspired by you and all the stories you share that I decided to try CrossFit out. I found a Groupon and did the first month. It was so hard and I was so sore. I was hurting all the time–Aislinn, I could barely walk. I went once a week and nothing even changed for me. I’m not any closer to looking like any of the girls on TV. I don’t know how it works for everyone else, but CrossFit just doesn’t work for me.”

I wanted to scream. 
And yell.
And throw all of the things.

But I didn’t. I responded: 
“I’m really sorry to hear that it didn’t work out for you. Sometimes, CrossFit isn’t for everyone. I hope you find something that you’ll enjoy better and maybe one day, you’ll head on back to a box.”

Honestly, I wanted to punch the shit out of her because she was so wrong. I mean, hello, I am a walking testament to the fact that this crap WORKS.

SEE?!


And then I realized, she’s right.
CrossFit doesn’t work.

I don’t know how many times I have to say this but being fit is not freakin’ easy. I always refer back to what Coach Lauren said to me the very first day I tried CrossFit: “if you come once a week, you’re gonna look like you come once a week. 

Girls like Camille and Julie don’t just happen. They didn’t wake up like that (sorry, Beyonce). They take the time to train everyday, multiple times a day. They take the time to analyze eating for performance and be athletes. 
Hell, those of us who aren’t elite still don’t just wake up and say “oh, I think I’ll look like a crossfit athlete today!”

Anyone who really knows me knows that I didn’t just faith away 30 pounds, okay? I worked REAL hard and worked my ass off (literally) and I’m STILL working on it. 
It is never, ever easy. And it really shouldn’t be.
Because if you’re getting better everyday, you’re supposed to be finding your limits to surpass them.

So you could join some box somewhere and just half ass some workouts every blue moon, but you sure as shit can’t get better if you’re only trying things out every once in awhile. 

So my friend is right.
Crossfit doesn’t work…
…unless you do. 

Everything Changes

*In case you’ve noticed I’ve been gone and would be gone forever, never fear. I was a little busy with a trip to Boston and with graduation! I’m back now. YAY!

The time I’ve been waiting for has finally come. I am officially a Texas resident again which is both incredibly exciting and terrifying. 

I am thrilled to announce that I was able to walk across the stage on Friday morning to receive my Master’s degree from Louisiana State University in Kinesiology. I was even more excited that not only were my family and my best friend Brittany able to be there, but that my college best friends, Kristie, Jelisa, and Serena were able to make it from New York, Houston, and Shreveport! 

I am so incredibly blessed to have so many wonderful friends and family members who have supported me through this ridiculous journey, especially when the journey included a lot of tears, a lot of curse words, and a lot of screaming “I can’t do this, I’m going to throw myself into an abyss” (okay, that only happened once, but it totally happened). 

I’m so grateful for all my Red Stick CrossFit friends who came out to wish me farewell on Saturday night. I won’t lie, I definitely bawled like a baby the entire way home. Who would have ever thought that leaving the people who suffer with me during workouts would be my family? 

Even thought I have been counting down to this day since…what feels like forever, moving away from the place I’ve called home for almost a decade has been a real emotional roller coaster. 

Things I’ll miss (Including but not limited to):
Flooded snoballs with condensed milk 
Being able to head over to a friend’s in less than 10 minutes
Red Stick CrossFit
Hearing the alma mater everyday at noon
5 dollar movies on Tuesdays at citiplace
LSU Gameday Saturdays
Saints Gameday Sundays
Boudin Sandwiches
Good poboys
BUYING LIQUOR AT WALMART (did y’all know Texas doesn’t do that?! wtf.)
Running into my students in the city
The Chimes
Azaleas in the spring
Exploring abandoned buildings in mid city
Spelling everything with an “OH” sound with “EAUX”

Things I won’t miss:
Traffic. Because somehow I managed to move somewhere that has worse traffic than Baton Rouge.
The beggar man from the Circle K on Highland that claims that “he and his family have just been stranded and Gawd Blessha if you can spare some change.” He and his family have been “stranded” for the past 8 years.
Lee Drive at 3 pm.
Sobriety Checkpoints in TigerLand, “I haven’t been drinking, officer. I’m just trying to go my ass home.”

It’s been real, Baton Rouge. I’ll see you again. Houston, let’s get this new adventure started.



The one about how CrossFit saved my life

Again for the second time in too short of a time, this was not the post I had planned for today. 

This weekend, I visited with friends in Austin, Texas for a birthday bash for my best friend’s birthday. A great time was had by all of us and we spent a ton of time laughing, hanging out at the pool and visiting a ton of great bars.

Me, Brittany, Marly. We’ve been friends for 15 years. 
Got a selfie before the heat/humidity ruined all my pretty. Ha.

I left Sunday afternoon around 2 to head back to my mama and daddy’s house in Houston. For some reason, I had a bad feeling about the trip. So bad, in fact, I called Brittany and her boyfriend as I left. I was worried something was wrong with my car. She and her boyfriend were heading into Austin to grab some bar-b-que before they left.

I told her not to worry about it. I had been having some trouble with a slow leak in my back tire and I was sure that it just needed air. I’d be fine. 

I stopped for gas and put air in my tire, which was in fact low, and I got on my way.

I made it all the way through Highway 71 without incident and merged onto I-10 east, which meant I was only about an hour from home. Things were moving along swimmingly until, suddenly, everything in front of me just stopped. 

A complete stop.
And I couldn’t. 

I was on my breaks and doing everything I could to stop my car (including trying to surface some kind of unexpressed X-Men power), but it was to no avail. 

I hit the car in front of me at about 55 mph. 
Ouch.
The airbag deployed, burning my right arm and ripping my left. 
The seatbelt burned my neck.

Right arm burn before it formed.

I was able to make it to the shoulder and ask the other car if they were okay. They were.
I was not.

I was able to call my mama and make it halfway through a call to my insurance company before I started panicking. My left arm was bleeding kind of a lot and when Logan from Geico asked me, “do you have any serious injuries?” I lost it. 
Total hysterics.
I was pretty convinced I was going to die. 

The other couple came from their car and reached in my windows (I couldn’t get out of my car) to comfort me. 
I couldn’t believe their kindness.

The EMTs showed up to examine me in the ambulance even though I kept saying I wanted to go home. 

Vital signs: normal.
Burns and lascerations: check.
Bone injury: possible fractured left hand. 

The EMTs were shocked that I didn’t have any other injuries. No head and neck pain, no back pain. That kind of thing is pretty standard when you hit something that fast. The female lead EMT noticed my CrossFit shirt and said “oh, she does that CrossFit stuff. No wonder she’s okay,” before treating my left arm.  

They treated me as best they could and, since I refused to go to the hospital, left me in the capable hands of Brittany and Tim, who had been just a few miles behind me, saw the accident and pulled over (thank God for guardian angels). 

Brittany and Tim waited with me until Mama Nancy showed up (she dropped everything and got in the car to my rescue–my hero, seriously). 
She showed up with a bag of ice (for my hand), 3 diet cokes, and 3 water bottles and, as she put it: “You see my supplies? I’m ready to take over the world with this stuff. Let’s get home and get you taken care of.”

The entire way home, I was determined to convince her that I didn’t need to go to the emergency room clinic. 
“I’M FINE,” I said, “I don’t NEED no stinkin’ ER.”
Nancy was not having any of my shit. 

We got back to Katy and had me checked out. Again, the nurses and doctor were pretty shocked that I didn’t have any head, neck, or backpain. The tech noticed my shirt and echoed the EMT: “good thing you do that CrossFit stuff, a crash with high speed like that can really kill you. Kills regular people all the time.”
Thanks, CrossFit.

We got my burns and cuts taken care of (after I threw a tantrum about it and didn’t want to be touched) and my hand x-rayed. 
Thankfully, no breaks. Just a really bad sprain. Which is great, because a hand cast probably would have looked really terrible in my graduation robes. 

All in all, thankful to be alive, thankful no one else was injured, and thankful for guardian angels in the form of parents and friends.

If you’re one of the people who saw my posts about the wreck and took a second to say a prayer or wish me well, thank you. Never fear, your girl is just as stubborn as before the accident and my sense of humor is still in tact, even if my car is not. 

Cut up and cut up (look’a them biceps)