The Book of Answers. I saw it today. It sits on my son’s bookshelf, amid the Harry Potter series and Eldest.
Wouldn’t it be great to have the real Book of Answers?
How many days until I get real pull-ups?
What weight should I put on the bar for this snatch?
Why can’t I get that jerk over my head?
Who named it the Filthy 50 anyhow?
Where are my keys?
Why does every butt look better in Lululemon?
But there is no real Book of Answers, not in the gym, not in life. Only, if you’re smart, the Book of Questions. And, if you’re dumb, the Book of Dumbassery, where the story ends exactly the same as it begins because you never learn a damn thing from your experiences and so you’re condemned to repeat them in your life. Sisyphus with the stone. Except it’s you and a barbell that just rains down on you, again and again.
You don’t want that. Trust me.
So, today’s lesson is don’t be a dumbass. Stop looking for the Book of Answers. Pick up the weight and move it, in the gym and in life. Listen, absorb, change things. Really look hard and change what needs to be changed. Toss your ego out the window and try again.
And wear Lulus because even if you’re a dumbass today, your butt can still look smart.
Good luck. I’ll see you in the gym.
(Words by Lisbeth Darsh/CrossFit Watertown.)
