I found myself at Orange Theory yesterday evening.
My best workouts are somewhat anger enriched.
And last night I needed to sweat out some demons out in my head.
I pounced on the bike and started riding to the music. Orange Theory plays really great, sometimes a tad ragey music.
Blue Monday by Orgy started to play…… it’s an angry song- not a super angry song but it fit my mood…..
And I still find it so hard,
To say what I need to say,
But I’m quite sure that you’ll tell me, just how I should feel today.
Orange Theory has these sayings on the wall, “Sweat Today, Smile Tomorrow.” “You’re only competing against yourself,” “If it does not challenge you, it does not change you.”
And I’m thinking, where is the rage wall? Where is the “I’m working out my inner demons? It’s not sweat, it’s anger juice“, or my favorite saying to work out to when I feel a touch ragey…… “%uck this $hit”
Please note, the above is my internal cadence- I don’t run around Orange Theory saying %uck this $hit. But say next time you’re on a run and feeling a little angsty, try it, it really does work.
The song continued to play…
How should I feel?
How do I feel?
The song echoed what I have been feeling all day…..How should I feel.….my heart rate hit a high of 176….I was stinky and dripping anger juice. I think I got a little of this worked out.
Once I dug past the anger, I recognized what was at the core; grief.
I grieve. And perhaps because grief is a companion, I know when it’s here. This morning it sits next to me, sipping coffee and helping me write this all down. This morning it is silent and respectful.
I grieve for the families in Texas, for the immense, unfathomable loss. For how these parents now have to navigate life.
I grieve for you and I. For a society and decisions we no longer understand- for government and laws we are willing to accept knowing that the consequences are deadly.
The consequences are deadly.
I grieve for a society that on the darkness nights cannot accept anything less than shame, denial and blame.
I grieve that it all seems completely out of my control. I grieve that for many of us, it’s easier just to say silent.
I have never been good at being silent.
We need to acknowledge the broken- not the shame or the blame but the deeply, broken before it is absolutely unfixable. I don’t care who broke the window. Can we just say that the window is broken?
Let’s start there.
Cause I don’t know where else to start.
In the meantime, I’m going to try and work this shit out in my own head. Apologies in advance to whoever is next to me at sweaty Orange Theory.