Monday morning in Brighton. Or maybe it’s Allston. It was one of those spots that you’ve really never seen before because the Destination Deck this morning was hidden in the middle of a section of the city with a handful of hospitals, a high school, and some apartment buildings. Up on a hill. And you’ll probably not see it again until we decide to drop the pin there again for another Monday morning long in the future. But you’ll go by one of the streets surrounding Fidelis Way Park, and you’ll point. You’ll be like, “we did that one deck right there!” And you’ll remember how good that shit was this morning.
Here’s a list of stuff that you may recall forever:
- So many people on that Monday. Someone was hyping the morning like it was gonna be epic or something.
- Speed Walking Sharks & Minnows
- The workout was so hard– (especially remember the decline inchworms and bearcrawls under the swings…and suicides across the basketball court)
- Only like one person bled, and it totally happened before the workout even started.*
- Energy was high. Like really high. So high, it might just last all week.
- This shit is good. So good.
If you want this to be the end of the blog, feel free to stop reading here. Because what you’ve read could be just enough to fulfill the minimum criteria for a blog.
But if you want to follow me down the rabbit hole of “deep blogs,” well then, just keep reading. It might be good.
I’ve found that just about every workout can be used as a metaphor, if you want to find a little more meaning in your life. After all, you bother to get up on a Monday morning and run around like a weirdo, with a bunch of weirdos. Why not see if it can mean something too. As I ran today, following the workout, I was thinking about that circuit. All the parts being separate and unique challenges for our bodies and minds–some asking for brute strength or wily speed, others asking for technical precision or artful coordination. And all those parts linked together become a strangely beautiful cycle that we can simply repeat. We run around and around, doing the same few exercises, working ourselves out–sometimes getting better at things the more we do them while other times fatiguing out and finding that when we get tired, our movement turns to shit and we just slow down.
All I can think about is how our days are exactly this. We have a starting point, we sprint hard, we climb stairs which are familiar but never easy and then we speed through the downhill that is both familiar and comfortable. We struggle a little bit knowing which foot to put where when we jump over the wall–and sometimes we think we’re jumping for speed but the boss says to jump for height–and how do you even do that? I just watched you do it and it looked easy, but now I feel weird and a little self-conscious. And sometimes we have to get messy with our hands in the dirt or our faces too close to someone’s ass as we duck and dodge around obstacles.
They’re not too hard really, but boy do they make us stretch and find new flexibility. And then if you manage to not slip down the slippery wall to get to the next part where we do inchworms up an incline, it’s both awkward when you don’t know what you’re doing and it’s really hard even if you do know what you’re doing.
How the hell do you handle those moments when it’s both really hard and awkward? Do you just get through them? Do you learn through them? Do you hate on yourself and insist that everyone else is doing it so much better? Or do you embrace the suck, embrace the hard, embrace the wtf?!?, embrace the awkward, and enjoy the opportunity? Do you remember the speed you were able to find sprinting across the basketball court, and how awesome that felt? Do you realize that you don’t actually suck at all of it? And can you realize that the superhuman over there, who seems to find every single part of this thing easier than breathing…well they might shine in some areas of this, but you shine in your own areas of this.
We all have ups and downs. Those “inchworm” parts of our days and the “run downhill” parts of our days. We all wonder if we’re doing it right (most of the time) and we commonly assume that everyone else is cruising through while we’re sucking wind, which just isn’t true. The important thing about the workout this morning–if we’re gonna really dig into it–is that you showed up. And maybe your lateral explosive wall jumps were super awkward and you never quite got the technique of it. But you did it. And then you did it again the next time around. And probably again–each time giving yourself an opportunity to get better. Yeah, you might be sore tomorrow–which is a good reminder that growth requires challenge. But thankfully, if we stay on the course and keep practicing–remembering that everyone else is imperfect and out there together with us–we do get better. We also learn what things we just like and which ones we love. Which ones do we stinkin’ hate, and how do we get through those when they’re in the circuit anyway? When we know what makes us thrive and we enjoy the heck out of those each time we do them on the course of our day, that just helps fuel us up. And when we know what we struggle with and we strive to get just a little bit better at them each time we get to practice them, that just helps us become more resilient to the challenges.
We’re not on a treadmill of life. We’re in a #DestinationDeck circuit of life. And this shit is pretty fucking good. So good.
Keep moving. And Hug Everyone.
*Note to HR Karl: we, the tribe leaders of November Project Boston neither instructed, nor condoned the climbing over of fences to get to the workout. #SafetyAlwaysThirdShare via socials: