CrossFit Athletic Group

Ghosts are on the internet. They follow you on Instagram, they’re friends with you on FaceBook. Heck, they even just favorited your tweet about squats. These creepy little spirits aren’t actually souls from the underworld (most of them). They’re the reason why there’s such a discrepancy between the attendance numbers and the kids who tweet about CrossFit or how much they miss the box. They’re the people who think that 140 characters or double clicking a picture make them an active part of our very own crap.

Yep, that's Katie's actual name on Twitter. She embraces it.

There’s this sense of entitlement among these ghost supporters. Maybe they joined for a couple months, maybe they were there when the Champions Club was but a gleam in Brian’s eye. Maybe they witnessed the weight room, or the field house days. Unfortunately, that doesn’t count for much right now. This isn’t Mulan where all the ancestors can cross the spirit realm and offer their opinion on everything. The ghosts of the pasts are exactly that. The past. 

There are no ghosts in the Champions Club (except Dean of course). There are living, breathing, flesh and blood family members, and they prove their humanity by dying at the workout everyday. Even if you’re not in the proximity to let everyone know you’re still alive, prove that blood still pumps through you by commenting on the website every once in a while or even submitting a guest article. Or you can even just come back when you can.

Ghosts, until then, your little social media comments are nothing but Casper’s farts. Don’t mistake my words, even though this is a scathing editorial. If you ever come home, you will be welcomed with open arms. Just don’t expect that you will be extra special with a cherry on top just cause you think you were there in the good ol’ glory days. Cause the reality? The glory days aren’t in the past. The glory days are now. The glory days are the Banet invasion. The glory days are Master P studying at a standing desk. The glory days are Sap and Braam and their general gingerness. 

I guess I'm supposed to believe in Resurrection cause it has something to do with Catholicism. But Easter passed and no one besides Murley and I showed up. So I guess it's just ghosts for now.