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Crossing Over

If I really think about it, I know the barbell can’t save me.

It can’t offer me eternal salvation. Or money. Or even peace with all my decisions, however difficult they were.

The barbell can’t soothe a crying baby, or cure cancer, or even bring me back that split-second decision to accelerate on a wet North Carolina curve years ago in that little red car.

It can’t make me prettier, or smarter, or more accomplished.

By all rational thought, I should discard the barbell and buy some Mom jeans and take up scrapbooking or Zumba or some kind of “fitness” class wherein I try to dance or gyrate my way into a sexy body. That’s what “sensible women” of my age do, isn’t it?

But I doubt those sensible women have felt the cold steel in their hands. They probably haven’t wrapped their fingers around a 70 lb barbell and snatched it 30 times in a row, in the middle of a 2K rowing sandwich. They most likely have not felt the power of bringing that weight overhead and then throwing it down, rubber bouncing up from the ground, chalk particles wafting like snow through the summer rays of sunshine beating across the floor. Those women still think a workout must involve a cardio machine, and, maybe, if they’re feeling adventurous, a weight machine.

They don’t know they are a weight machine. The years are taking their toll. They can either carry that weight on their hips and their butts and their bellies for the rest of their lives . . . or they can put it in their hands, on a barbell, and toss it above their head. Maybe grunt. Most likely swear. But feel the power. Be the strength. Become dominant over themselves, over others, over the world right in front of them.

Because once you truly experience the power of the barbell, you can’t ever go back. It’s like that part in the old movie “Thelma and Louise” when Thelma says, “You know, something’s, like, crossed over in me and I can’t go back, I mean I just couldn’t live.”

There’s no going back now. Something’s, like, crossed over in me. Weak and mediocre just won’t cut it anymore. I just couldn’t live.

No, the barbell can’t save me . . .  because I guess it already has.

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21 comments
LP
LP

As usual, I copied your post (with credit) to the SCF site. Just wanted to share one nice comment with you, " Lisbeth Darsh hit home here on so may levels…. “Become dominant over themselves”. we can not hand ourselves over to the aging process. we have to make a choice- sedentary and “old”, or active and healthy. No AARP card is going to put me in mom jeans or in a benign step class. I chose to be a cross fitter. I want, need, and crave the mental and physical challenges you throw at me everyday. It keeps the body and the mind young. Working out next to someone 1/2 my age only makes me work harder. This being said, I think CF Masters was a great idea. The community that has developed is incredible. To connect with other 40+, like-minded people from all over the world has been eye-opening for me. I am so impressed not only with the physical, but the mental fortitude these individuals possess. It’s the constant challenge that keeps them young. For me, an unassisted pull-up, PRx a WOD, and a successful rope climb….these goals are my fountain of youth."

Lisbeth
Lisbeth

So glad to be of service! Thank you all for the kind words!

Marcie
Marcie

Its like you in my head! I read you blog daily. It is my "feel good" post workout. Its like your a WOD for my soul!!!!!

Josh
Josh

I'll bet you could make a pair of mom jeans look pretty good.

Rosanna
Rosanna

ABSOLUTELY LOVE THIS WOD! Thanks for always speaking what a lot of us are feeling.

Paul
Paul

Oh Hell YES!!

Daigle
Daigle

I definitely can't go back....I've come too far and gotten a glimpse of what lies over the precipice. Time to take the leap of faith and push forward.

Sam
Sam

Well spoken, sister.

Karyn M. - CF Bay Area
Karyn M. - CF Bay Area

Just stumbled across this website from another CF blog, and this is a fabulous article! It is exactly how I feel, but unless you have experienced it, you don't understand. Waiting patiently for my work day to be complete so I can go to my 4:30 WOD!! Karyn member at CrossFit Bay Area in Webster, TX

deb
deb

Its like you read my mind!! Great post!!!

michelle
michelle

This is GREAT! Reading this just made me so happy :)

Cindy Malz
Cindy Malz

Nice post Lisbeth! So very true.

Lisbeth
Lisbeth

Brian, we all want to see you in those plaid shorts.

Brian
Brian

I was just getting ready to buy some plaid shorts and join LA fitness until I read this.

Sue Loz
Sue Loz

Lis- Beautiful and empowering words! Wow... I love that feeling of strength and control that comes with lifting heavy stuff. It is addictive! I don't ever want to let that feeling go... Great stuff woman!

Lady V
Lady V

BAM...WHOOT, WHOOT....

Lisbeth
Lisbeth

Josh, I'll wear 'em if you'll wear 'em.

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