The Revolution

I work for the Revolution.

We don't have spiffy uniforms or big command centers. Our headquarters has no easily-found phone number.

We are a ragtag group of athletes, and we gather mostly in warehouses and industrial areas.

Sometimes in parks or public spaces, until somebody complains and we get thrown out, told to "move along."

There are signs in some places, openly stating that they don't want our kind.

"No handstands against the wall. No deadlifts allowed."

We do them anyway. We are contrarians.

Some people think we're rude, or loud, or just plain wrong.

We don't care. In the revolution, we learned long ago that the majority was not always right. In fact, often wrong.

The majority was usually just happy to do what people told them to do, even if it was not working.

So we found a better way. And we listened when the early leaders told us: "Don't believe us. Look sh** up. Try it. Prove us wrong."

We couldn't prove them wrong. And we felt better than ever. We were stronger than ever. Happier too. Then we were hooked. And we wanted to tell everyone we knew about the revolution.

Some listened and joined us.

Some did not.

Some called us a cult.

Our leader said, "We don't care if you join and we don't care if you leave. How is that a f***ing cult?"

See? That's why it's more of a revolution.

I work for the Revolution.

And I don't want a damn uniform. Turn the music up and start the clock.