Sometimes you’re the bus.
Sometimes you’re under the bus.
My current status is: Under.
From this perspective you can’t see whose on board the bus. You certainly can’t see whose driving. There’s too many factors at play, too many stops along the way. This is a world that requires humility, patience, gratitude, deference. If you let yourself, you can get completely flattened.
You would like to think everyone is here for the same reason, but no one is doing anything for the same reason. We all have our own agenda, and it shifts constantly. Forever, perpetually, in motion.
Which is why it is important to control our expectations. In fact, expectations can get you into trouble. Get rid of them if you can. I find it next to impossible.
It is best to be sure your reasons for doing what you are doing are in-line with what you are actually doing. That way, if things do not happen quite as you expect, you are the least affected you can possibly be. Whether along for the ride or left behind in a pile of dust. At least you’re still being true to you and your reasons for being on the road in the first place.
On days like today in particular its is imperative that I get to ACF. ACF forces me to put all the extracurricular worry and fear and frustration on hold. Turns it off actually. I throw off all that silliness and simply let myself get dirty in the good. Diving into the chalk and the sweat and steel and stone. I redirect and get lost in the beauty of the strength of my grip, the power of my will, and the girth of my stamina.
“A man is a success if he gets up in the morning and gets to bed at night, and in between he does what he wants to do.” ― Bob Dylan
It’s funny but I don’t feel like I even hit a WOD today. Probably because I was up and at ACF for the 5:45am class. Another byproduct of my mid-life crisis lust filled affair with FB. And ACF. The gauntlet was laid down via FB post for the 5:45am, and by golly, I was up to the challenge. But perhaps because we were done so early, by 6:45am, it felt outer orbital. For the rest of the day it felt as if I was in another space-time continuum and thereby, never hit any WOD at all. Which led me to check the website 2 or 3 different times, as is the perusal to view the torture that awaited at the end of the day, only to then remind myself upon reading the WOD, ‘Wait, I already DID that.’
30 Walking Lunges (each leg)
I. Review Kettlebell Swing
II. 3 Rounds For Time:
25 Kettlebell Swings – (70/53)
25 Box Jumps – (20″/14″)
III. Barbell Smash on Calves
Completed: In 9 minutes. Kettle Bells at 35lbs.
The mood this morning was electric. A feeling of, I can do anything!, permeated when the WOD came to a close.
I need to do this again, I thought.
Rock Star status was achieved in my own mind, and the view of the world for the day ahead was one from gratitude, cheer, and good fortune.
First came a National Holiday. **==
And a telephone conversation. (call)
Whereby an idea was born. *-:)
Which involved a bicycle. (*)/ (*)
And a boat. c—–7
Some water with some waves. ~~c___
Some time (o) out of town.
And a trip! —(o_ _)o (minus the ‘ing’.)
Which meant a week away with none of this.
\ O /
It is in enjoying time away that we can be happy. : )
To be home. (_8^(1) (minus the ‘r Simpson’.)
With my furry friend. : o3
And my ACF. ACF
20 Spiderman Lunges
I. 7 Sets:
5 Tough Thrusters
10 Burpees (As Fast As Possible)
Row 25 Seconds @ 90%
Rest 6 Minutes Actively
Completed: Thrusters at 55lbs, then 65lbs. for rounds 6 and 7. Average time per round 1:35. This was a bi@tch. somewhere around round 5 and burpee no. gagillion pretty sure I went to the dark side. Thank you Ali for encouraging me to head towards the light, finish the last bitter burpee and tackle the last 25sec. row.
30 Russian Swings
I. As a team of 2, build to the highest Deadlift in 25 minutes
*For every max effort in the 25 minute each teammate must perform 3 Handstand Pushups immediately after each max effort
Completed: Maxed out at 215lbs. Stuck here. Scaled to ring push ups.
II. 10 Rounds:
30 Seconds Max Box Jumps (24/20)
30 Seconds Rest
Completed: 101 box jumps total, averaging 10 per 30 second round.
Just going to put this out there: Strongman Sunday’s are nutty. And oh, so, much, fun.
That’s a 130lbs. stone made of solid cement. The idea is to get it up and onto your shoulder. It’s all in how you get it there. Form is key. I managed to get the 90 pounder up onto my shoulder. Barely. Stones are scary. They leave marks and bruises. If you drop one it dents the asphalt.
Then we flipped a couple 400lbs. tires.
The mentality of this mayhem seems to be, if you don’t have any bruises, you’re not really trying. Apparently bruises and scrapes are a badge of honor. Personally, it’s hard to tell if its a bruise, or just dirt. I like this very much.
It’s like you’re twelve and have been outside playing all day with your friends.
To top off the crazy-goodness, the local manager of Chipotle gave me a card for a free burrito.