Cheri Foster

Cheri Foster

About

My interests include studying religion, politics, history and physics. In my life, I have been an avid reader, writer,
book collector, technical rock climber, mountaineer, bicyclist, runner, dancer, business owner, customer service manager and friendly waitress. 
 
My favorite authors are Mark Twain,  
Henry Thoreau, Stephen King, C.S. Lewis,
Dave Barry and many more.                             
 
I reside with my family in Colorado.

Learning to Breathe Fire: The Rise of CrossFit and the Primal Future of Fitness

Learning to Breathe Fire: The Rise of CrossFit and the Primal Future of Fitness

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<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>

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<em><font size="4"><span style="font-weight:bold;font-family:'times new roman';">I read both books and they were both very good.</span><span style="font-family:'times new roman';">  The first one really took me for a ride because I kept saying to you GET OUT, NO. </span></font></em><font style="font-family:'times new roman';" face="Arial"><font size="4"><font style="font-style:italic;font-family:'times new roman';">The second book had me rolling, so much of what you said is so true.</font><br /><br /></font></font><font style="font-style:italic;font-family:'times new roman';"><strong><em><br /><br /><font size="4">You have no idea how you have helped me ...</font></em></strong><font size="4">my best friend is in an abusive marriage .....I am trying every way I know how to get her out of it ..... but I am realizing she has to want out ...... the tears I have cried would flood a river.<br /><br /></font></font><font style="font-style:italic;font-family:'times new roman';"><br /><br /><font size="4"><span style="font-weight:bold;">I read your book and I cried so hard.</span>  I know love is very hard to let go, but once that abuse starts up it will never end. Once he hit me, he said he was sorry and then did it again. But everytime it got worse and worse, hitting me with belts, hangers and even trying to strangle me and hit me in the face or slap me.  I was in love with my eyes shut, kinda like you. We all make mistakes, but we never realize that we can get into those kind of situations. Granted I was with him for 5 years and the first year we were together I never knew such a thing of him abusing me in the future. He treated me just like Shane. <br /><br /></font></font><font size="5"><strong><em><font size="4"><br /><span style="font-family:'times new roman';">Have you ever hit home. Abuse should never happen, but it does. I hurt as bad as my friend hurts when she is abused. I feel the blows. I feel the pain. But there is nothing I can do until she decides she wants better in her life and walks away. The pain we feel as  friends is the same pain the abused one feels, just as </span><span style="font-weight:bold;font-family:'times new roman';">helpless and lost.</span></font></em></strong></font>