“A thousand half-loves must be forsaken to take one whole heart home.” ― Rumi,
Is routine boring?
It feels rebellious to break from the everyday. To go off and explore new places or revisit those long ago places worn thin in the memory only to be rediscovered. Airports have a feeling of complete abandonment and freedom. Once you’re through security it’s as if you’ve tagged safety and you’re in some kind of untouchable time out, free of all responsibility where you’re only single obligation is to make it to the gate in time for your flight.
It’s exciting to plan and pack for a trip. To anticipate all the memories ahead, the old friends you will see again and the new ones you will meet for the first time. The being out and about in new places. The adventure. Oh, the adventure. When you’re navigating in your new place everything is a new decision. Where do you get your morning coffee? How do you do your laundry? Do you eat out? Sushi or burger? How do I get there from here? Where do you buy your food if you want to cook? Where’s the nearest pharmacy? Did they say left at the stop sign or right? Should I hit the WOD at the local box? Did we pass it? !@%$#@^$#@ where is this place?
Imagine trying to navigate it all before smart phones. Actually having to stop and ask someone how to get there from here. My phone was exploding over vacation. Between the texts – we r here, where r u, meet you there, what time are we meeting, who else is meeting us, waiting for you, still waiting…
To the quick phone calls, to the Googling and mapping. Oh the Google mapping. In .5 miles take a light onto Krauss Dr., your destination is on the left.
Recalculating.
I actually have one sibling who refuses to text. That was fun.
While adventure is necessary, I also love to come home again.
There’s comfort in routine. There’s a reason why people park in the same spot every day or enjoy wearing a uniform to work. It takes the decision making out of the mundane. You can relax and focus on other things. It feels good to be back in my routine. One of the things I’ve missed most is my daily WOD at ACF. Yes, the community, always the community, and within that lies the ability to walk through the door and lose myself in the absolute discomfort of a Thruster or Burpee or 129th front squat in the complete comfort of a familiar place that feels like home.
WOD:
Conditioning:
30 Reps For Time:
1 Rep Consists of:
Squat Clean (135/95)
Right Foot Lunge (put your right foot in)
Stand Tall (take your right foot out)
Left Foot Lunge (put your left in)
Stand Tall (take your left foot out)
Completed: in 17:57 at 65lbs. Holy, this was hard. Truly thought I could not do it. But did it nonetheless. This should be the mantra for this blog: Thought I couldn’t do it, but did it anyway. Thought I couldn’t do it, but did it anyway. Thought I couldn’t do it, but did it….
Midline:
3 Sets – 20 Weighted Anchored Situps
Home is where the Heart Lives.
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