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Hello all, my name is Edward Mao! However, due to the enormous success of Stephenie Meyer’s Twilight series I would appreciate if you would refer and only refer to me as Ed. I’m a student here at the University of Washington, however I am a native of the city of Angels and not some offshoot county but the actual Los Angeles. I was never a very athletic child and my first real exposure to competitive athletics was through high school football. Needless to say having not come from a prior athletic background and going into high school football left me in the fettle position questioning my life and the decisions I had made. The strange thing however was that I fell in love with that feeling. That feeling of not truly knowing whether or not you could even finish the task at hand, let alone excel at it, but you give it your all anyway. At the end of the day you come away pleasantly surprised by not only your physical capacity, but your mental fortitude to not succumb to what you thought was inescapable pain. It was this constant chase for this “feeling” that lead me to excel in both football, and track in field in high school. However, all good things must inevitably come to an end and when I came to college so did my ability to find this “feeling” that I loved so much. In college I no longer wanted to work hard, but was more preoccupied with having enormous biceps, and a shredded (yes, I used the word shredded) abdominal region. This continued for a year and a half until during the winter break of my sophomore year one of my local gyms from home came to be under new management and forced me to scour for a new place to get my pump sesh on, whilst I was on my quest to become as vascular and swole as possible. This was a difficult search however because of the planet fitness business model and mentality seeping into American gyms across the country burning every squat rack it sees in its sights. This is an issue because the only thing that really differentiates a recreational center (used by small children and senior citizens primarily) and gyms is a squat rack. Returning to my original train of thought though, because of this failure of the classic globo gyms I began to realize that if I ever wanted to squat again I would have to join a Crossfit gym. I also upon this realization swore off these strange WODs and this flippidy floppy pullup thing that Crossfit did. The gym owner was courteous enough to offer me his gym to just do my thing in, but his real gift to me was convincing me to try one of these WODs. It was Helen and needless to say it eviscerated me and rekindled my long lost love and passion for finding that “feeling” I spoke of earlier. When I returned to Washington I immediately joined CFD to continue my pursuit of this feeling but now via Crossfit. I did not quite know if it was the place for me initially, with a gym owner who loved nerf guns way too much and an Asian coach with an odd obsession for Oreos, but as soon as the clock hit go and the workout started I knew it was the place for me. I have never been to a place where so many people were willing to just workout with you and get to that “feeling” with you. This odd pursuit of mine no longer became a solo mission but was now a team and community effort, as if we all searched for that “feeling” and better yet wanted to enjoy that “feeling” together. That is how I knew not only that CFD was the place for me, but that it was my family. So 99 out of the 100 times you go to the gym you will probably see me, unless you are 6 a.m. honey badges, in which case props to you. And 99 out of 100 times if you have some ludacris seemingly impossible workout you want me to suffer through with you I will also do it. So please feel free, if you see me, come up to me and ask me to workout with you. Just do not hope to beat me unless you are Cole Sager.