The Beginning (as told by Lane)
Well, it wasn't love at first sight.
In fact, when CJ and I started CrossFit on the same day in January 2013 (shoutout to SHC Fitness aka Camelback CrossFit!), we barely noticed one another as I was too busy trying not to make a fool of myself while learning all the new lifts, and CJ was too busy being really good at all the lifts. At the time, we were both in relationships and living with our best friends, so we weren't really looking for much besides a good workout.
But because of this intro class schedule, we had to work out together four days a week for a month. Then, after graduating from the Beginner course (me barely and him with flying colors), our work schedules meant that we continued working out together four or five times per week. CJ pretty much kept to himself (except to share his plans for his next music festival boys' trip or brag about how many girls came to his birthday party), and I became friends with some of the other girls at our gym.
Over the next few months, our friends Alyssa, Ross, and Nelson all joined the gym, and we formed an intramural volleyball team with a bunch of our friends. That summer, our group got closer, both of our relationships ended, and one summer's eve, CJ and his friends decided to host a party at their apartment. I dragged some friends along with me, and CJ and I kicked off the evening with a toast to the single life...
...and the rest is history. We danced the night away, and I woke up the next morning crushing hard on my friend CJ and worrying that we had either really mucked up what was looking to be a pretty solid friendship or that he would think I was a terrible dancer. Turns out neither were true (obviously, I'm a great dancer), and when we went on our first official date the next week, I swooned when he asked, "So, have you decided on what you want, or would you rather pick two things and share?" Later that night, when he paid for the meal with a Groupon, I knew I had found the one whom my frugal foodie soul loves.
Five years, three houses, two states, and one lovable golden retriever later, our dance moves may have gotten worse, but our friendship has only gotten stronger. I am so grateful that I let my sister peer pressure me into joining a CrossFit gym and that CJ wanted so badly to win a bet against his friends (which he did!). Cheers to a lifetime of friendly competition, split plates, and orange soda!