Heavy Metal 6/15/22
78 degrees and humid
PAX:
Beta Max, DollFace, Tinman (downrange), Boji, Hipster, Golden Pike, Bloodshot, Stapler, Mad Dog, Spreadsheets, Touche, Q-Tip, Spacebar, QIC Demogorgon
YHC welcomed the pax to F3 with the 3F’s Mission statement, disclaimer, and 5 core principles and an assurance that we would not be going far.
PAX circled up on the playground (a bit off to the side to avoid the lake formed in last night’s storm) for
- Warm-o-Rama
- 15 BigOnes
- 15 TappyTaps
- 10 SoberSungods (F/R)
- 15 CherryPickers – Johnny Drama Style
- 20 SSH
- 20 Goofballs
- Thang
- 50 AltCurls
- 40 ArnoldPress
- 30 TricepExtension
- 25 Deadlift
- 20 GobletSquat
- 15 KettleSwing
- 10 BenAffleck
- Repeat til Omaha
After each set, we stepped down the reps of each move by 10 to a minimum of 10
COT:
I thought for a while about what I wanted to talk about for my COT. And I kept coming back to the topic of boundaries. I really struggle with boundaries, in my life. It’s a near constant problem, particularly in dealing with my ex. Particularly as I continue to grow into a better version of myself, and develop healthy relationships elsewhere.
I wanted to share a poem that I first read a while ago. It was written by a woman, for her lover, and I felt like it very accurately captured what – I guess it kinda feels like.
I hate modern love stories. She castrates him,then holds him responsible for bleeding. Sometimes slow,sometimes quick. Sometimes with words,sometimes with deeds. The end is always the same. That’s how most women love. As though emasculating their man,gives them some power. You can’t hide in a castle that you’ve opened up for siege. Then,blame the walls when your love story ends in tragedy. The outer bailey is crumbling,in selfdoubt. When you call to him,the battlements will be empty. Love is not a weapon in your hands,you against him,it lives in the walls. Your power comes from the strength of him. And his,from the ability to protect you. Wash the stones in perfume. Plant roses along walls. Shut the casements against winter. Stock the cellar with wine and thick blankets. Wait for him by the hearth. He should be your home. Whisper devotion to him in the Great Hall. At the top of the towers. In the bedroom. And,when he raises his banner,it wont be the white of surrender,it will be the colour of his love,and the crest will bear your name
I wanted to share it because Ive found that picturing my own, sortof mental state as a castle has helped me to ground myself when it comes to establishing and maintaining my own personal boundaries, especially when theyre under attack. I think this comes back to the concentrica because, too often as men I feel like we will give and give of ourselves, to make others, happy or to make things easier for others, or to ‘fix’ their problems. And sometimes there are people who will let you, and continue to to take whatever you offer, until one day you look around and the walls are crumbling and you cant understand why. It’s important to find the people in your life who will not only respect your boundaries, but celebrate them, and help you support them.