Warm up
3 rounds
20 dead bugs
16 bird dogs
12 Cossack squats
8 lunge and reach
4 total TGU
Strength
Bent over row
5×5
Bent over lateral raises
5×5
Deadlift
5×5
Wod
Amrap 12
10 boxjumps
10 hang cleans
10 pull ups
Finding calm in the chaos.
I get to see many people at their best.
I see a very limited view of them. An hour of their day where they are working on themselves.
It’s a glimpse into the potential of who they can be.
I know that most of them are not that way all day.
But the potential is there.
I’ve seen people spend so much of their time trying to make things simple.
Black and white.
You go in this box and you go in this one and so on.
You are a cheater.
You are a liar.
You are a ________.
I used to judge people on their perceived worst actions. The worst thing I thought I knew about was how I judged them.
I did that until I decided to get divorced and the world threw it all back on me.
Now I try to not judge anyone. Sometimes it’s hard but I think back to the judgement on me. The thing people believed just because someone told them, the vast and expansive rumors that were told and believed.
People want to believe what they are told, we want to believe others are always telling us the truth and are doing good.
Today I will leave you with this quote before you go to speak today.
Is it true?
Is it necessary?
Is it kind?
I try more and more to use this as a guide.
I never claim perfection, just in the pursuit of being better.
Physically, mentally, psychologically, on all levels.
We work on making all aspects of who we are better, always.
What you do when no one is looking is more important then when the lights are shining on you.
12 hard miles. A few inches of snow, lots of slush, many stream crossings, made for a perfect little suck fest.
When preparing for a test, a competition, anything really I try to prepare harder.
I try to make the questions harder, I try to make the course harder, the terrain harder, whatever it is I imagine what it is that I wouldn’t want to encounter and that’s what I try to create.
Most times it makes the event much more tolerable. I truly try to embrace the suck. Make friends with it, relish the warmth it provides.
If you can find anyone willing to go a little harder, a little longer, and a little faster go and do it. That little extra will take you to places most do not see. They stopped already.
2020 is another year of adventures, get busy living or get busy dying there isn’t a third direction.
Let’s get it @mwisler1975
When it’s too tough for them it’s just right for us.
When you think of your dreams it is your vision.
It’s a vision no one else sees. Even when you explain it no one truly grasps YOUR dream.
People who cannot see what you see will try to put it down and depress it, sometimes it’s because they want to protect you. They are afraid of you failing or getting hurt, it truly comes from a good place but it’s not their dream getting killed.
Sometimes dreams die so quietly, a whimper on a soft wind. You compromise and a little piece of your dream dies. That happens a few times and then it’s gone. You’ll probably forget so many of those dreams.
When I grew up I loved dogs. From 1982 to 2000 I was the only boy in my family, it was all my aunts and sisters. So I needed to entertain my often.
I would lay with my grandparents dogs for hours. I did the same as I got older. Now that we have Carlo I recall that, that dream of this companion. It had died a slow and quiet death but it has been brought back to life.
One of my favorite parts of my everyday (it happens everyday) is when Carlo want to lay with me. It’s a simple thing but it’s awesome.
One of my other dreams, my why is that boy. He’s fresh. He’s full of joy, he’s full of wonder, questions, and curiosity.
My dream is that he keeps his light through the darkness of life. That he will be a light for others. That the world will not beat him down to his knee. He will be resolute.
I’ve caught him a couple times talking to his friends comparing what their dads do and he expressed his naive pride and joy for his dad.
I’m at undeserving of such things and he should strive to be his best and not limited by my capacity as it’s grossly less than his own.
These are some of my dreams, some of me. It’s not all of me. Just like the gym is not all of me, CrossFit is not all of me, it’s an expression of me.
It’s all part of who I am. There are many facets, many layers (like parfaits, not onions) and not everyone knows many of these.
We all have challenges, we all have dreams, we all have that responsibility to ourselves to not allow our dreams to die with a whimper.
It is our responsibility to make them live on in ourselves, in those around us.
