Working out as the healed version of myself is unfamiliar territory. At thirty-eight, I’m starting over again, reacquainting myself with the barbell, the ropes, the rhythm of CrossFit after losing my mother to breast cancer on October 11, 2022. I didn’t realize how sacred it would feel to walk back into a gym, how something as ordinary as a workout could become a form of worship. The gym has always been an outlet for me, especially during seasons of transition. It’s the place