Any love song can be a song to your barbell if you really want it to.
I was at the gym. CrossFit. Not the side gym. Or the other side gym. The box. Each of the places I spend time to try to be healthy has an important, unique role.
For me, in addition to the functional fitness, I go to CrossFit to drop bars. Of course I only do it with the appropriate weights. And also of course, I’m very dramatic when I do.
Drop it like it’s hot. Drop it like I’m a something-Dottir Non CrossFit readers…feel free to google Sara Sigmunsdottir, Annie Thorisdottir or Katrin Davidstottir. Only they lift real weight. I lift little weight, but still ghost bar that thing like it’s 300 lbs. There’s a very cool feeling that comes from taking something heavy, putting it in the air, and then giving it back to gravity. The sound alone will make me feel stronger. It’s all in my head, I know. But it doesn’t stop me.
The other day, doing some hang cleans, appreciating the sound of our work, and my darn bar kept dropping farther away from me. Coincidentally, whatever moving music had a line about “why do you leave?” Or something like that. It reminded me that many songs can be odes to your barbell.
“Baby, why don’t you just meet me in the middle”
“Ain’t no crying in the club”
“Who hurt you?”
“I like me better when I’m with you”
This relationship has some pitfalls. All do, and require work if they are to thrive. But as for now, me and my barbell are growing as a couple. So check it sad break up songs….you can not be about barbells.
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