While it's no big secret that I'm broken, it limits what I can reasonable do in the gym. It also helps me to comprehend and understand when you are broken and I often draw useful alternatives from a deep well of experience.
So in my current state of brokenness, I spent Thursday morning on the rower, listening to a little American Pie (drove my Chevy to the levee American Pie) with a stupid, sh!t eating grin on my face, watching the late morning crew.
I saw Jackie cleaning.
Toni was snatching.
Sandy was *pretending* to listen to Dan
A whole crew of kidlets delighted in the attention of a black lab (she still acts like it) puppy
I saw an awful lot of beach booty sit-ups, planks, and squats
I saw Hank in a handstand
I saw some lacrosse balling, some foam rolling.
But what struck me was the laughter, the smiles, and the friends.
When my headphones are in it's my way of saying this is "Laurie hour" and I'm not your coach right now. What it did on Thursday was afford me the opportunity to watch. I sat over in time out, on my rower, doors open, cool breeze blowing in, great lyrics in my head ("cuz fire is the devils only friend") and a whole bunch of time to be a quiet observer. A fly on the wall.
And what I saw what the best thing ever. Friends. Fitness. CrossFit. Rainier.