Sometimes you show up at NP Wednesdays groggy. Maybe you didn’t sleep enough, or you got lost, or you’re still digesting the four eggs you had for breakfast. Whatever it is, showing up at Mill City during sunrise tends to wake you up. The overlarge steps leading down to the bluffs, the towering grey silos of Gold Metal Flour, the looming mass of the Guthrie theatre that sucks up the rising sun even as it bathes the plaza in golden, wake-the-fuck up morning solar joe. You stumble towards your friends and your mind wakes up first while your body slowly registers that it’s time to start moving. Minneapolis is a beautiful city, and we celebrate that every time we come together and share/occupy/take over urban spaces with moving bodies.
As summer approaches, days lengthen, and Minnesota stretches its legs, it’s hard not to feel a giddiness as life gains momentum. It’s also hard not feel feel JAZZED when 70_ people are joining you each Wednesday morning to salute the rising sun, the return to warmth, and each other.
Today’s patron god was Hermes, messenger and excellent middle distance runner; the Messenger workout is his. It goes like this: run over Cinnabun hill every minute, on the minute, for thirty minutes, as best you can. With lush, wet grass and steep slopes, this turns into a glorious suffer-fest as we got into the meat of the workout. When you push yourselves, questions can come up, like: “Why am I here?” “Who am I doing this for?” “Would it be faster to belly flop and slip-and-slide downhill on this next repeat?” Luckily, the tribe has answers. Today, we ran for:
- Diseases sounding like Hermes
- Maxwell Krajnik
That’s it. I assume some reasons were left unsaid, and that given more oxygen in our brains, we could have come up with more. Regardless, as always, when the work got harder, we leaned more on each other. A general rule at NP: if you feel like shit, give a high-five, give a hug, and recharge yourself. We’re here together because we can give each other so much, be it motivation, a kick in the ass, sympathy, jokes, and energy. This is an invaluable resource: dozens of super-amazing, unique people who want nothing so much as to inspire you and start your day right.
Speaking of giving, Cyndi handed of the Positivity Award to Julia, who, as legend tells it, is so positive that she can turn around your bad day just by looking at you, and generally interacts strangely with magnets.
Patrick gave the lumberjack award to our very own E.J. today. After years of helping create and maintain public parks around Minneapolis, he now tears them the fuck up as he wrestles up hills. Seriously, when that dude sprints, turf starts flying.Share via socials: