Grief

Sometimes the news comes quick. Sometimes the news comes slow. No matter how or when it comes, grief travels in the wake of the news. Grief is heavy, weighty, a burden, especially when it involves someone deeply loved. Grief is not meant to be carried alone. It’s too heavy and may last a while—and that’s ok. That’s what family and friends are for, to share the load. Jesus stood outside the tomb of his friend and wept but He did not weep alone. It was a deep, human moment. “ Blessed are those who mourn, for they shall be comforted ” (Matt 5:4). If anyone knows how we feel in grief, it’s Him. But His grief did not linger long, as at the mention of his name, Lazarus came forth. We are not meant to dwell in grief, but should leave room enough for it. Let it run its course. Like the song says, “ Every Storm Runs Out Of Rain .” Another song says, “ The storm We will dance as it breaks The storm It will give as it takes And all of our pain is washed away Don't cry or be afraid Some things...

POV

I missed my noon-time training today due to a meetings, so I went later in the day. On the way to the gym I stopped to check on one of the guys who trains with me, to make sure he was still alive mostly. While visiting with him for a moment, another co-worker (she leads of ladies training group) stopped by and said, "how come every time I check on you guys, your'e always laying on the floor?"

"Because 'CrossFit'! That's why!"

Hey, when you put out all you got and can't stand at the end, then you deserve to lay where ya fall.


Ok, no way to arrange those pics to look like I'm not broken.

Anyway, today's dog food was "Death By Clean and Jerk." (see where the laying down aka "Deadman's Pose" in Yoga comes in?)

Setting a timer to go off every minute, using a 95# Dumbbell, did:
1 Clean and Jerk the 1st minute
2 Clean and Jerks the 2nd minute
3 Clean and Jerks the 3rd minute
4 Clean and Jerks the 4th minute and so on.
I only lasted 8 rounds.
BUT that totals 36 Clean and Jerks for a whopping 3420 pounds.

You think about a lot of things down there on the floor, like how good it feels to be alive . . .

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