An Understanding of Sacrifice
The clock said 72:12, but it felt so much longer; in fact, for a moment it felt as if time was not just standing still, but never-ending. I felt like Dormammu and the workout was the equivalent of Dr. Strange tormenting me with the time loop. The sound of 90s alternative still pounded out of the speakers, but all I could hear was the tapping of feet on boxes and labored respirations across the workout floor that was now pouring with sweat and soul captivity. Faces were lethargic and grimacing in pure agony - and I am not sure there was any feeling of ecstasy when it was completed; more personal introspection on what just transpired and what we chose to put ourselves through for the past duration of a painstaking Bridgerton episode (and personally, equally exciting and painful). “Chad.” That was the task; 1000 box step ups with a 35/45 lbs. ruck. That was all. A simple movement that required nothing more than the constitution of a level 10 cleri...