“When you went to Fight Club it’s like everything else in your life got the volume turned down.” I’m starting to understand just what that means here in Florida. I often want to go to bed early so tomorrow will get here sooner and I can go workout. When I’m done working out I’m thinking about the next workout and when the weekends hit all I can do is think about Monday morning. Things make sense at the little gym we go to three days a week, you feel like you belong there, like you’re doing what you’re supposed to be doing; who wouldn’t like that. That high you get from the sweat, the pain, and the heavy breathing is hard to explain to anyone outside the fitness world. Even other weight-lifters I know still don’t get it Up until recently I didn’t get it.
For most of my fitness career I have been a strong and vocal opponent of high intensity cross training. I thought it was too much for the average person, too extreme, too dangerous, and in many ways it still is. But I’m starting to understand the appeal though, it’s like the more I peek behind the curtain the more I understand the method to the madness that has taken over so much of the fitness world’s attention. Doing crazy workouts surrounded by like minded people is not just exhausting and exhilarating, it’s liberating. Even in a packed gym at 6pm it’s hard to connect with anyone. Everyone is territorial and out to make sure their workout is undisturbed and interruption free. Most people are in their own little world, going through the motions with blinders on. The gym highlights a growing problem here in America; we have become a nation of individuals no longer comfortable with human interaction.
Working out this morning with my little group it dawned on me why I like it so much and it reminds me of my experiences as a young recruit in the Marines; shared hardship. As Marines we were close for many reasons obviously, but the bond that makes Marines brothers starts in boot camp. Sharing an experience that can be aptly described as 3 months of torturous hell with 80 other young men builds a bond. We were in it together, we all had our own demons to overcome and goals to achieve but we did it as a unit, a platoon, a family. We drove each other on, pushed each other to greatness, and refused to let one another fail. We often used a saying I have often heard quoted in movies to describe our commitment to each other built from a shared ordeal, “You go, we go!”
Now I have no illusions about charging through incoming fire with my workout group and dodging bullets anytime soon, but that’s not to say there aren’t any capable individuals there who could. But as far as conquering my workout weaknesses and attacking a set of suspension rings and a loaded barbell; I’d go to war with them anytime. For now though I’ll rest up for a few hours, go to my zombie gym later today for some weight work, then come home and dream about Wednesday morning and the workout that’s waiting for me. Yes friends I too am becoming an addict, guess I better work on drafting that apology to all my friends in CF that I’ve been criticizing all this time.