September 06, 2012
Everything is different when you do CrossFit—even Las Vegas. Jeremy Striffler reports on a trip to Vegas that included more barbells than bars.
At high noon on the Friday of Memorial Day weekend, I found myself running around a parking lot in Las Vegas with a group of strangers. We were taking a lap around CrossFit Las Vegas, with the infamous Strip off in the horizon.
I had touched down in Las Vegas just an hour before to celebrate my 30th birthday with my two best friends from college. A year ago, I would have predicted a weekend of excessive drinking, eating and minimal exercise. I pictured The Hangover, with me in the Ed Helms role—missing tooth and all. The only calories burned would have been from walking from the chaise lounge to the tiki bar to order another round.
Thankfully, I started CrossFit last summer, and that was far from what happened.