Truly, sometimes you don't recognise how wonderful something is until it's gone. I used to work out at Rock Pile until fairly recently when I decided I needed to switch things up a bit. This is not the first time that Gemini caprice has led me astray.
Rock Pile is an unpretentious space presided over by unpretentious people, native children of Buffalo and invested in the wellness and growth of this community. The space is capacious and the overall aura is minimalist but functional. You don't need very much to challenge your muscles beyond a squat rack, a barbell (and associated plates), pull-up bars, those gymnast rings, resistance bands and dumbbells: of these there are aplenty.
My schedule does not allow me to take classes regularly, but the few I have taken have been challenging and edifying, but also fun.
I have done my share of CrossFit gyms in my time, friends. Some are cult-y, some vulgar simulacra of Greek life and yet others run use a shame-based model to motivate. At RockPile, your fitness level does not present a barrier to partaking in CrossFit. Everyone is welcome and you can see it in the determination and confidence in the faces and gaits of the people who work out there.
I know the provenance of the name of the gym, but, to me, there is a case to be made for us attendees as individual rocks: jagged, imperfect and in diverse shapes. In Madeline, Matt and Carmen's space, we all fall together in a perfect, coherent pile, our edges complementing each other.
In conclusion: baby, I was a fool! The moment I can break up with my current joint, I'll be back...if you'll have me. read more