(4/18/22) Asymmetry

AO: LightningRod

QIC: Walkman

PAX: StrayCat, Lumbergh, JellyFish, Kiwi

Conditions

47 and clear. That sun is starting to come up earlier and we started the week on a great note!

Warm up

Side lunge x 10ea

Slow high knees x 10

Monkey humper x 10

Jane Fonda x 10ea

Third grade x 10

Halo x 10

Side lunge x 10ea
Slow high knees x 10
Monkey humper x 10
Jane Fonda x 10ea
Third grade x 10
Halo x 10

Mosy to the Track with coupons

The Thang

Right leg coupon GT squats x 25

Right arm coupon merkins x 25

Right leg lunges x 25

Right arm row x 25

Right leg split squats x 25

400M run

Right side Jane fonda’s x 30

Right side stretch x 10

Right arm shrug x 25

Right leg coupon GT squats x 25

Right arm coupon merkins x 25

Right leg lunges x 25

Right arm row x 25

Right leg split squats x 25

400M run

Leg leg coupon GT squats x 25

Left arm coupon merkins x 25

Left leg lunges x 25

Left arm row x 25

Left leg split squats x 25

400M run

Left side Jane fonda’s x 30

Left side stretch x 10

Left arm shrug x 25

Left arm coupon merkins x 25

Left leg lunges x 25

Left arm row x 25

Left leg split squats x 25

400M run

6MOM

Frozen Freddie x 10

Plank (w/ ea side) x 10

Bunny Hill

COT

Two CoT messages here today.

Sometimes life gets asymmetrical. You over commit, over execute, under prioritize. When you do, things downstream suffer. Some actions require countering actions – yin and Yang.

Your energy, focus, patience, presence, etc  are consumable. The older I get, the more valuable it is to say no and To find balance. To hunt the Yang. To under commit. Or to know what it takes to restore me and to be ok with it. In order to give 100% of my self to something.

Bertrand Russell, A Free Man’s Worship (Very worth a long read)

The life of Man, viewed outwardly, is but a small thing in comparison with the forces of Nature. The slave is doomed to worship Time and Fate and Death, because they are greater than anything he finds in himself, and because all his thoughts are of things which they devour. But, great as they are, to think of them greatly, to feel their passionless splendour, is greater still. And such thought makes us free men; we no longer bow before the inevitable in Oriental subjection, but we absorb it, and make it a part of ourselves. To abandon the struggle for private happiness, to expel all eagerness of temporary desire, to burn with passion for eternal things–this is emancipation, and this is the free man’s worship.

And this liberation is effected by a contemplation of Fate; for Fate itself is subdued by the mind which leaves nothing to be purged by the purifying fire of Time. United with his fellow-men by the strongest of all ties, the tie of a common doom, the free man finds that a new vision is with him always, shedding over every daily task the light of love. The life of Man is a long march through the night, surrounded by invisible foes, tortured by weariness and pain, towards a goal that few can hope to reach, and where none may tarry long. One by one, as they march, our comrades vanish from our sight, seized by the silent orders of omnipotent Death.

Very brief is the time in which we can help them, in which their happiness or misery is decided. Be it ours to shed sunshine on their path, to lighten their sorrows by the balm of sympathy, to give them the pure joy of a never-tiring affection, to strengthen failing courage, to instill faith in hours of despair. Let us not weigh in grudging scales their merits and demerits, but let us think only of their need–of the sorrows, the difficulties, perhaps the blindnesses, that make the misery of their lives; let us remember that they are fellow-sufferers in the same darkness, actors in the same tragedy as ourselves.

And so, when their day is over, when their good and their evil have become eternal by the immortality of the past, be it ours to feel that, where they suffered, where they failed, no deed of ours was the cause; but wherever a spark of the divine fire kindled in their hearts, we were ready with encouragement, with sympathy, with brave words in which high courage glowed.

Well done Men!

Walkman

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