The new gym I go to does a lot of crossfit training, so I decided to go to the main Crossfit web page to check things out. It was kind of intimidating. The thing is, I’m used to going to a neighborhood gym. There’s a lot of doctors and lawyers there since my neighborhood is no longer the working-class neighborhood I grew up in. My old gym and the new crossfit gym I go to fit in with the not-always-so-young urban professionals in the area.

The main crossfit page, however, looks much more hardcore. For example, I’m not sure I’d ever seen a 100lb barbell plate before I walked through the Gold’s Gym in San Diego. (I actually had a guest pass, but I worked out there during my business trip but I went out of my way to find In-N-Out burger and coincidentally the Gold’s was next door.) The pictures from the main crossfit page remind me of the San Diego gym. Lots of big scary guys with crewcuts. I think it’s all Marines and gung-ho cops.

Which is not to say that’s a bad thing. I’ve never had a run-in with a big guy at the gym. They’re usually quite pleasant and helpful. I think the not-quite-so-young urban professionals could be worse in that regard.

Really, all this means is that if I do end up working out with the guys from the main gym, they’re going to be through their workout and drinking beer before I’m even halfway through. No problem, really, since I don’t have anywhere I have to be.