the iron price

there is something profound about hard work.

about long, difficult work.

about ruthless honesty.

there are many possible reasons why you didn’t get a PR, why you didn’t lift a certain weight or missed a split time on a row. but whatever the reason, you still missed it.

things have honestly gotten so easy in out polite society that people seek out controlled discomfort. seek failure and frustration and those moments where there are consequences to actions.

we seek things, feelings that can not be purchased in the usual sense. we seek experience that is not bought, but earned. experience paid for not with cash or credit but blood and bone. 

hard work is a wonderful teacher. it is humbling. it is honest. it is terrifying in the best way.

hard work pushes us to ask uncomfortable questions. to weigh pros and cons. to understand the worth of a thing. to understand how far we as individuals are willing to go.

in the last few weeks i have redefined my relationship with the word tired. there has been hard, long work done. but the work has been paying off. the new space is moving, it is breathing, and seems to have a will of its own…

there will be some changes to the blog soon, more information. more notes, logs, and more frequent updates.

but, for now – there is work to be done.

we have been playing with longer efforts lately. 60 minute max efforts, SMMF, work capacity tests… this one started as a birthday celebration, but has interesting implications. the “interpretable” nature of the movements, the inevitable downward spiral when the work starts taking its toll, taking its time, eating up your rest… it will be making its rounds in the next few weeks.