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The Sun is Setting on Panama

I got an e-mail yesterday announcing the 2008 Winter Sale for an outdoor gear company.

"That's strange," I thought, "their e-mail software must have messed up. It's not even close to being winter."

I guess you could say that I've adapted to the eternal summer of Panama. In five days it will be time to adapt again, this time to people who speak the same language as me. Eight days after that it will be time to adapt to the polar opposite of Panama - Tokyo.

The First Domino

On Drew Millar

Ever since I was a kid, I was an athlete. My Dad is a big sports fan and he had both me any brother playing all types of sports from the very beginning. Growing up, it was all about baseball, soccer, and gymnastics. In high school, I was a receiver on the football team and a hurdler on the track. I thought about it once, and I think I've played about 13 sports competitively in my life. Though I know plenty of people who were much more successful in their athletic careers than me, I was always one of the first kids picked and always in great shape. I took all that for granted.

In college, though, a weird thing happened. I got fat. I was probably about 8% body fat going in to college, the rest of which was muscle. Even before winter break, the love handles made an appearance. For spring break, I went to Hawaii with my family and I was FAT. In about 6 months, I went from being proud of how I looked to being the guy on the beach with a t-shirt on.

Throughout college, I lost weight, gained it back, and lost it again, but I was pretty much chunky the whole time. Not severely obese or anything, but I was not in good shape, not confident, and physically lazy. I'll talk about it more in a later post, but to make a long story short, I did not have a lot of confidence upon graduating from college. My grades were not good, I lost my social confidence, I lived at home with no job, and I was fat. To sum it up, my life consisted of a bunch of bad habits and very little positive momentum. That's not good for a 23 year old.

I found CrossFit in the summer of 2009. I weighed about 220 pounds at the time and had previously tried running to shed some of the weight. It just wasn't working. I don't typically enjoy running and it's not easy when you are overweight. I'd heard my cousin was into CrossFit so I checked out their website. I was already hooked. I'm going to spare you a description of what CF is as many of you probably already know and the rest can easily find out. I'll suffice it to say that CF is an extremely challenging training regimen from both a physical and mental perspective. It doubles as a competitive sport and a social outlet. For those of you fellow CrossFitters out there, you know exactly what I mean. People don't just do CrossFit. They live, breathe, and eat it.

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