The CrossFit Open is easily one of the coolest event formats in all of sports. In lames terms - which is really as far as my expertise on the subject extend - it would allow anyone, from anywhere, who can complete the workouts on a professional level to funnel themselves from any corner of the globe, right to the Annual CrossFit Games, the sport of fitness’ very own super bowl.

When my Dad mentioned last fall that he was driving from Vancouver Island up to Northern BC to see my younger brother and fish a little, I did what any good and very annoying human would do - offered to break up a pleasant, silent, relaxing drive by inserting myself into the trip… And boy am I happy that I did.

The general way it goes when Darren and I work together is: I use my expertise to compose a photo I know will be great, Claw (Darren) then comes over to my angle, holds his hands up in front of himself as to make a makeshift photo frame, ponders for a second and then tells me to move. I then tell Claw to get lost, we argue back and forth, and sometimes I move, sometimes I stay, it’s a crap shoot! (See what I did there?)

I had met Matt before but only once; we crossed paths at Woodward West in Tehachapi, California a number of years ago. I was there on a winter respite photo trip with some friends and he was there living off of ramen noodle and sweeping floors to earn his riding time.