Anyway, this day was not a total loss. It's where I met my friend Cleo and soon after we were enjoying Kettlebell Kitchen lunches during the workday and watching the Chargers on the weekends and WODing whenever I could get him to drop into Hell's Kitchen. Life was glorious until February when Cleo up and left me for San Francisco. His leaving was the kick in the pants that I needed to leave New York and the rest is history. Oh, and that guy I was willing to volunteer with in order to see? We don't speak anymore, which is for the best.
CrossFit was offering spectator WODs each day on the track. I wish I had gone every day but I didn't realize that it was an organized WOD until the last day. One hundred 50# d-ball over the shoulder was a pretty solid workout and these very friendly fellow CrossFitters shared their celery and peanut butter with me. Overall great day.