Huge crowds disappear. Obligations melt into emptiness. Monologues silence. And anxiety fades as soon as I decide to pick-up my bar.
In fact, the only time I can say my mind is quiet is when I decide to lift that bar, after that, if I think, I fail. It’s the only time of day when thinking gets me into trouble, usually, it’s acting without thinking that I pay for in the end.
The barbell effect doesn’t last long, but it doesn’t have to. A minute of true clarity is worth hours of confused living.
My barbell, is a harsh judge of character. It’s that speak softly and carry a big-stick kinda friend who punishes me when I don’t practice. The kinda friend who enjoys commitment more than arrogance. My barbell patiently waits for me to show it what I am made of.
You won’t find my barbell begging for attention, or praise. It’s not interested in what I think of it, it’s too busy telling me what I really believe about myself.
All day I walk around feeling like a little boy in big-man shoes and I hate it. But not when I pick-up my bar. As I walk up to my bar, as I think over and over, “heel”….. “hip”, that little boy becomes wise and I forget all my faults that plague me. Even if it’s only for a second, it’s worth it.
Clean and Jerk
Rope climbs/Muscle-ups/Pull-ups/Handstand push-ups
*Pick a skill to improve for (15) minutes.
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