Thursday Blowout

There must be a call issued by our Thursday gathering, something akin to a dog whistle, or the sound the air makes before a storm the kind of a call only a select few that can hear. Canines 

hear what we cannot. Animals know to barricade their dens before the first gust of wind even begins to shift. We humans stand oblivious as nature flees before us.

 The same can be said for our Thursday athletes. I've yet to meet a mere human in our class. Thursdays call out the beasts, even when they themselves don't know wilder things live inside. I stand amazed every time.

"I don't strength train," yet she tears through the program. Beginning the evening with "Why are there skull & bones on the waiver? Isn't this about being healthy?" Then 20 minutes later through sweat and gritting teeth "I get it now," as she cranks out one more repetition.

Last week's newbie shed his human skin again for something far tougher. Gifted for finishing first with an extra helping, he still found encouragement & strength to lend his fellow athlete.

We might just have to close out next week's class by adjourning to the roof and howling at the moon.

How far can your body go? How much can it accomplish when given leave to function as one single machine, not separate parts? I think they just about found out.

Awesome work guys.