They say two things unfortunate things in life are certain: death and taxes.

I say, why don’t we implement policy that just might prolong death and reduce taxes at the same time?

The proposal: A Tax Credit for the Fit

By creating a more efficient education system that allows for less teachers and more independent learning for students who excel in that environment, (see Part 1), the savings this would generate should, at least partially, be used to pay high school coaches. Coaches are teachers who volunteer an additional 20 to 30 hours of their time each week. My basketball coaches were the heroes of my High School experience.

I tried hard to spot cleavage, but couldn’t. Her belly, too, was completely covered.

So how did this girl—Emily Guedes—dressed in a moderately conservative tank top become the centre for sexual controversy?

Because British Columbia has often become a stale land driven by political correctness, who listens carefully to every unfounded complainant claiming to be offended.

Part 1 explains how introducing the option for independent, self-directed learning in all public High Schools would help many teens learn more effectively, all the while would contribute to the class size and composition problem, as well as free up money to be used where it is needed.

I’m proud beyond belief to be able to call myself a CrossFit Games athlete, and more motivated than ever to continue to improve.

But I’m not a courageous athlete.

It’s not that I didn’t have to overcome my fears, but the truth is competing is second nature to me. It would actually be more difficult for me to stop competing than it is to continue doing something I’ve done my entire life.

It would take far more courage for me to stand up and sing and dance in front of a crowd, which—trust me—nobody wants to see, than it was to qualify to the CrossFit Games. And the chances of me singing, even happy birthday, as a solo are less than tiny.

That being said, I did witness courage this summer. In a big way. In two of my longest standing clients: Jennine Stockall and Mike Fransblow.

For three months, I walked around looking like a clown.

I had an unfortunately aggressive case of apparent chronic chapped lips. If you’ve ever experienced it, dry lips that  persist for weeks, months, are annoying and painful. I asked around at the pharmacy, I googled, yet nothing seems to work.

CrossFit clients far and wide. Listen up:

“We love you. But sometimes, you’re impossible to please.”

Well, what I really mean is: Pleasing everyone is impossible.

The Friday of the Games, I could definitely feel my quads more than I would have liked - after the gnarly KB thrusters on loose sand on the beach - but Saturday felt more fresh than Friday, and Sunday I felt even more recovered than the day before. I truly felt like I actually could have done another 5 workouts - not that I wanted to!

My hands are ready, and RIPT will be with me in my carry-on. I just wish I felt ready for 300 double unders and a 3-mile run.