“Write a Story”- In the eyes of the student
It is the climb up that will be your greatest moments, the top will never feel the same. And so it begins, a ray of hope and excitement appears. Gathering in the shadows, lurking in the crowd, waiting for the battle to take place. It’s the calm before the storm, darkness starts to set, like fears building within. The heat beating down on my back, I see her, there she goes, running to her position. 3-2-1.. Go. Its chaotic energy, loud, focused and yet somehow it seems quiet. For those moments, time slowed, feeling like hours, but in reality, within only seconds lightning strikes. Within 90 seconds, the thunder cracks. What just happened? So fast, so loud, so bright. 3-2-1.. Go. Lightning strikes a second time and anxiety is building. Where am I? Watching her, and then the thunder rolls once again. Overwhelming sadness and fear rushes over me and I feel lost. What should I do? I so desperately want to help her carry the load…but I can do nothing. 3-2-1.. Go. Lighting crashes, the third and final strike. “Let go. Listen to me.” But the silence is deafening and she cant hear me. And within seconds, The thunder boomed through the battlefield, leaving me motionless and afraid. ..
Just like that, the storm was over. The dream had faded. The ray, shattered.
The sound of silence was gone. Every thought, every voice, every breeze was loud and present. I couldn’t take it. I left. In leaving the field, I saw what looked like a ghost, but was in the figure of a man. I slowed my pace, making eye contact, we simply walked past each other, not a word was spoken. Where he went, im not sure. Where I went, was back to the battle, where she marched. She got back up after being struck down 3 times. How? Why? Where do we go from here…? We get back up , and we fight. We aren’t done, until we say we are done. The war was not over.
This is a story, she was the author, only she could decide how this story was going to end. She fought long and hard, day in and day out. I could see it every time I saw her. Exhausted, disappointed.. but not done. The last and final fight, a red flag lay on the ground, she stood about 200 feet away from it, this fight was quick. No more than 3 minutes into it, she was running toward her red flag. This red flag signified the end. She was done. My heart pounding, my voice raspy, my skin burnt, tears began to roll down my cheeks. The story was over, the war was not lost, but not won. The victory lay in her unconquerable soul. The Fist of Lando lived on, and so, I threw it up to the sky and the roar of the shadows reigned on the field, where she stood, gazing at me, at us, smiling.
Nothing I could’ve done to change what had happened. Frustrated and saddened by this realization, I just could not understand why it had started out with such a storm. The storm that ended one dream. But dreams never truly die, for they live within us all. They grow and change as we do. Next year, I will be out there, fighting, side by side with her. It’ll be hell, but, to the great pains, you must go, a lustful search in the dark, is all you’ll ever come to know.
Story written by Jack Martin
Written for Stacey Kroon about the 2014 CF Northeast Regionals.
Let Go. Join us in our journey to the battle of 2015 in Canton.
Saturday
Early Crew:
1. EMOM 10m
Min 1-5: 2 TnG Power Clean and Jerk, heaviest
Min 6-10: ME CTB Pull-Ups (UB)
Rest exactly 3 Minutes then
50 Wall Ball 20/14
5 Muscle Ups
30 Wall Ball 20/14
7 Muscle Ups
10 Wall Ball 20/14
9 Muscle Ups
30 Toes to Bar
SkWAT Team:
Front Squat
5 sets of 5 reps, heaviest possible
within 5 minutes of last set
Deadlift
5 sets of 4 reps, heaviest possible
10:00 & 1:00 Classes
PARTNER WOD:
20 Lengths Bear crawl/Wheel barrel
Then
50 Deadlifts 225/155
75 Double Unders
50 TTB
75 Double Unders
100 Push Ups
75 Double Unders
100 KB Swings 53/35
75 Double Unders
150 Air Squats
