This early am a team assembled on my driveway in utter darkness. The first arrived early to stretch. PJ arrived last. He’s the youngest, of course. After 48:48 the timer beeped three times, the work was complete. PJ and Blondie had to run to work, but Kevin, jmo, Slo, and I did our customary walk around the block. As we headed back to the barn, Kevin commented that the main reason he drives 45 minutes to get to this workout every Tuesday, Thursday, and Saturday is due to the driveway drivel – the incessant trash talk. He said it makes it all worthwhile. We laughed in unison as we all agreed the chatter takes the mind off the acute pain.
I told this team how fortunate we are to be able to choose this suffering. There are so many souls our age that cannot do much. I have two relatives whose bodies have betrayed them. Both are bed ridden. They can’t breathe. This is unchosen suffering. Sucks. I told the 3PP team this, not to be a Debbie downer but to remind them that we are blessed to be here with able bodies, at least for now. Appreciate this gift. Do not take it for granted. Keep training hard. Never stop. It is only right that we make each other do what we can, I reminded them. As we turned left onto Pennington Court, Kevin shared a joke, Slo “added,” and jmo and I laughed as we savored another moment together.
While we work we enjoy the camaraderie of suffering. While we walk we enjoy the camaraderie that comes from being brothers. We are learning to enjoy doing hard things together. We are learning to hold each other – to pull and be pulled up whatever obstacle is in our way. We are learning to become ourselves and deeply connect with other selves. We refuse to take up residency in victim hood. We prefer our brotherhood.
I am Toto. Who are you?