Dana Michelle Burnett is the author of the Kindle best seller Home Decorating for the Real World. Her fiction works include the literary novel Ghost Country and short stories in numerous literary magazines. Her work can be seen in previous editions of Mobius, Outsider Ink, Mindprints:A Literary Journal, and The Best of Foliate Oak.
<p><b>The absorbing, definitive account of CrossFit's origins, its explosive grassroots growth, and its emergence as a global phenomenon.</b><br /> <br />One of the most illuminating books ever on a sports subculture, <i>Learning to Breathe Fire </i>combines vivid sports writing with a thoughtful meditation on what it means to be human. In the book, veteran journalist J.C. Herz explains the science of maximum effort, why the modern gym fails an obese society, and the psychic rewards of ending up on the floor feeling as though you're about to die. <br /> <br />The story traces CrossFit’s rise, from a single underground gym in Santa Cruz to its adoption as the workout of choice for elite special forces, firefighters and cops, to its popularity as the go-to fitness routine for regular Joes and Janes. Especially riveting is Herz’s description of The CrossFit Games, which begin as an informal throw-down on a California ranch and evolve into a televised global proving ground for the fittest men and women on Earth, as well as hundreds of thousands of lesser mortals. <br /> <br />In her portrayal of the sport's star athletes, its passionate coaches and its “chief armorer,” Rogue Fitness, Herz powerfully evokes the uniqueness of a fitness culture that cultivates primal fierceness in average people. And in the shared ordeal of an all-consuming workout, she unearths the ritual intensity that's been with us since humans invented sports, showing us how, on a deep level, we're all tribal hunters and first responders, waiting for the signal to go all-out. </p>
It's odd, most people think that you write a book with the understanding that you will one day have it published. When I started writing Two Out of Three, I had that assummption, but it has been much harder than I thought. See, Two Out of Three is my baby. It's the piece of work that I am most proud of and it was very difficult to make the choice to release it out into the world. In a recent press release, I talk about the strong connection that I feel toward this novel, but even that doesn't fully explain my emotional connection to this nnovel and the main characters. I started writing this novel in junior high (middle school) with just a rough outline of one scene that ended up getting cut out of the story all together. It was during that time that I came up with the characters and fleshed them out while listening to the radio and watching MTV. The first real draft was done in high school, which was perfect since the novel starts while the two main characters are still in high school. Those first few chapters that centered on that time in the characters lives had a realism that the rest of the story lacked at the time. I completed the second and third drafts right after my first marriage fell apart. I didn't change anything about the first chapters, but worked instead on the rest of the story. I don't want to give away too many spoilers, but the character of Sarah and I had similar emotional reasoning at that point in the story and at that point in my life. Ihe phrase cutting off your nose to spite your face comes to mind. So now here I am at the fourth and final edit. I'm widowed and starting over again at 37. I pulled out the novel again and guess what? The early chapters are spot on, the middle of the book has the anger and raw emotion that it needs to transition, and now again, in the final chapters, emotionally the character and I are in the same place. Now, when I say that this book has consumed my life, understand that it actually represents many phases of my life and is much more personal that any of my other work. Even though the character and I have lives that are totally different, ours have been entangled from that first moment that she came to mind from the lyrics of a Meatlloaf song.