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13100 Middletown Industrial Blvd.
Walk into CrossFit Bluegrass on a Monday night and Dr. Dre's
"Nuthin' But a 'G' Thang" mutes the groans from those about to
thrust heavy things into the air. The open garage door wafts a cool
evening breeze into the well-lit open room, dangling ropes and rings
swaying from bars and beams. Bodies come here to harden. They
forget protein shakes that morph into rot and gristle when left for
weeks. They also leave weight belts and lifting gloves. Water bottles
number about a dozen or so when we visit. One Hot Wheels truck
has yet to return to its owner. Missy Elliott's "Work It" bumps from
the speakers. The bodies obey — hoisting, squatting. We ask Liza
Ledford, a young and friendly CrossFit coach, to name the strangest
thing anyone's left behind. "Children," she says, pausing. "I'm just
kidding! Nobody leaves anything too weird. We're in Middletown."
CROSSFIT
BLUEGRASS
Take it: The Hot Wheels
truck. And could we
borrow that playlist?
Leave it: That sweatshirt
with the woman making
a mustache with her
fnger. That's obnoxious.