Fairwinds CrossFit
2026-02-07T15:51:52.838Z
This place rocks. Frothy vibes as you drive through Bert’s yacht club with the bourgeoisie sneering down at you while they clog their arteries with caviar and lobster. Do they have what it takes to enter into the iron church? Absolutely not. But you do. As you walk past the docks you’re reminded of the simple pleasure of life. Some people say it’s what gets them through the workout. Nay, I don’t even look out yonder. I keep my eyes to the ground. The black asphalt might as well be a mirror, reflecting the dark and rough soul within. Then again, I’m a bit different than your average Joe. I gargled piss this morning. Inside, the electrifying energy of Sabby Carp serenading you as your insides feel like they wanna be your outsides reminds me of my time at Coronado. I just wish I could roll around in the sand one more time… The owner with youth pastor vibes chirping you on the erg. The cold, steel barbell at your fingertips. Coach Brad with his voix des velours reverberating through your head. Truly no better place to GET SOME. If I could make this more than 5/5 stars I could. 10/5 even. Think about that. This is 100% better than 100% of 5… Wild.