I confess: I used to be a cherry picker. A bad one, for a time. This workout here, that workout there, never that one.
I don’t cherry pick anymore. I’m reformed. I show up at the 6am class, four days a week. If we’re squatting, I squat. If we’re double-undering, I’m in. If we’re tossing back bourbon, I’m grabbing a glass. Okay, maybe that was a dream, but you get it. My coach writes it, I’m doing it…
Confessions of a Cherry Picker
ESSAYS | BY LISBETH
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