“The only way to have a friend is to be one.” ― Ralph Waldo Emerson
I. Barbell Gymnastics:
Establish a 1RM Snatch
Completed: up to 95lbs., then back down to 55lbs. to work on form.
30 Kettlebell Swings (53/35)
25 Wallballs (20/14)
Completed: in 8:35 at RX on both weigths, with Amy lapping me for time during each round. Great to see you!
“It must happen to us all…We pack up what we’ve learned so far and leave the familiar behind. No fun, that shearing separation, but somewhere within, we must dimly know that saying goodbye to safety brings the only security we’ll ever know.” ― Richard Bach
So the world did not end. Although it’s raining and blowing sideways here in the Northeast today. I wonder about all the doomes-dayers stepping out of their bugout bunkers into the world again, eyes blinking against the daylight. I understand where the fear comes from. Or the need to feel in control to the best of our ability, prepared against any possible scenario. I’m not sure what I would do if the world actually did end. I don’t have the resources to build a bunker. Not sure what I would do locked in there for days on end. I’m mostly of the mind frame that I’d rather not think about the world ending and do my best right here and now. Even on this rainy day.
Mostly I relate to the need to feel safe. But safety is relative. You cannot plan for everything. I had some vivid dreams last night about being trapped on an island that was being attacked from the sea and sky and I was calling out for Oliver to come home but I was standing in the middle of an open field and finding nowhere safe to run. I’m glad I woke up. This is what fear does. There are certain things we cannot control. I cannot control whether the world ends. I can control how I spend my moments in it. I like the Keep Calm and Carry On approach. With some Crossfit and Strongman tossed in for good measure. I like feeling that in regards to my health, I’m prepared to the best of my ability. By being the fittest I can possibly be. I can run to safety even if safety is really far away. Or throw Oliver over my shoulders. Or climb a rope.
I have finally accomplished that goal by the way. Successfully completed my first rope climb on Sunday. For someone with less than stellar upper body strength in proportion to their size and shape, climbing a rope to 15′ off the ground is a pretty freaking fantastic feeling.
So I steer my mind to the good.