I can think of 100 miserable things that I would rather do besides spending 10 minutes with Fran.

Simply utter the name, FRAN, to any CrossFitter and wait for a reaction.  I’d bet a pretty penny that it will include one or all of the following: nausea, vomiting, diarrhea, dizziness, increased appetite, loss of appetite, increased sweating, indigestion, heartburn, mood change and most definitely nervousness.

Fran is a bitch.  She’s the girl at the party that everyone has dated, and everyone has a story about.  Fran is the character on your favorite soap opera, that you just love to hate.  Fran makes people uneasy.  She is the impossible climb that everyone attempts, but very few succeed.  Fran is untouchable.

For a CrossFitter, Fran is the ultimate benchmark workout.  At first glance, she doesn’t seem too bad.

21-15-9  reps of Thursters and Pull ups.

Somewhere between 21 thrusters and 21 pull ups the idea that she “isn’t that bad” changes to a realization that she “IS that bad” (if not worse that you originally thought!)

Now don’t get me wrong… There are some amazing people, with some amazing Fran times.  I am just not one of them.

MaryjD has a littleHUGE lambgoat.  PULL UPS. Oh, and thrusters.  Just great.  Fran takes two of my goats and combines them in a timed workout. Today’s run-in with the lovely lady cost 10 minutes and 53 seconds of my life.   After three weeks away from the box Fran was just the wake up call I needed! As always, I could have pushed harder, or pulled faster.  I could have done my pull ups without the assist of the blue band, and I could have stared Fran in the face and screamed “May the best girl win,” but I know how this story ends for me… FRAN ALWAYS WINS.  Even the most elite athletes are challenged by her beauty, and simplicity.  Fran is CrossFit at its finest.

Fran-tastic.  Boom!