I've really conflicted about what today's blog should be about. It's been a touch and go week with my shoulder.. should I write about that? It's April fool's day.. should I pull some mean prank.. setting PR's.. working on technique and form? I haven't been able to decide. I was having a conversation with my best friend earlier this evening and it reminded me of this story. We always joke that I have this limitless fountain of hope. I credit it to my 7th grade Latin class.
Here goes.. Back in 7th grade I was a trouble maker (imagine that). I was always going against the grain, but I did smart people things like take Latin. Early on in the year we were told that we had to pick our Latin names. Everyone diligently went through their Greek and Roman mythology books (they were all over achievers, so diligent is a perfect word). One by one they picked the obvious ones.. Zeus, Hera, Helen, Apollo.. yada yada.
There I was annoyed that they had taken the easy route and determined to find a mythological creature who would properly represent me (my 7th grade self at least). Finally, I find her. Pandora.
The story of Pandora goes something like this.. Pandora is the first woman without parents, meaning she was created by the Gods and put on the Earth as a punshiment for mankind. She was given a chest and told never to open it. Of course she opens the chest and releases all the evils of man.. greed, lust, anger, hate.. the only thing that was left inside of her chest was hope.
I liked the story, so I went over to my Latin teacher and asked two very important question, "Mrs. Senechal, can I be Pandora?" Yes, she replied. Then I asked the follow up, "Was she hot?"
Yes, she repeated. Sweet! A good story and she's hot. What else could a middle schooler want. For the next 2 years I was Pandora. I guess for the rest of my life I'll carry around that hope.
WOD:
Hang Power Squat Cleans
1,1,1,1,1,1,1
35lb, 65lb, 75lb, 85lb, failed at 95lb
(my pre-op PR is 120lb).. I'll get there again some day.
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